A Day Fit for Kings
Greg decided to see if he couldn’t blog his way out of our predicament.
Tom and Kate put on their stoic faces, hoping for the best.
In the distance we saw a road, so we decided to ski for it, reasoning we could figure out how to get back to Pinkham once we reached civilization.
We pointed our skis downward and began to schuss. The piste was soft and forgiving with pockets of alpine powder with the best view in New England.
Tom skis the powder, windbuffed to perfection
Kate finds the white sandstone
Read about the author: Ben