West By Ullr Virginia
Back at the Lodge we tossed our 3 sets of skis in the rack with the others. We may have looked a little out of place.
Inside, we dried out (and so did our gloves) by the wood stove that was also melting water to flush the toilets with
Chip lived up to his storied reputation making us feel right at home, while getting us amped up again to get back out on the snow
He also, thankfully, broke out the Southern Hospitality that we had all been looking forward to.
This is a place that just oozes the essence of the sport we love; the three of us ate it up. Whitegrass has a surplus of the purest ski stoke. We wish we could be so lucky to only ski at places as cool as this for ever.
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