Please, let it never be said that I am not a warrior; a daredevil. For I went snow-shoeing.


Hunter mountain was packed with extreme sport-ers, jetting down risky slopes named after skiiers who were killed on them. And while they looked judgingly at our weird foot-pieces, as they yelled ‘WRONG WAY!’ as we went DOWN the ski lift,  I am sure they were really just jealous of the peace, tranquilty and non-death we found on our snow-shoe trails.


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