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It was cold and windy – perhaps the most difficult impediments to outdoor winter fun.
Together, my kids and I sat side-by-side, hunched over the safety bar, staring vacantly at the wind-swept ice masquerading as a ski slope passing below our feet. To our right, the Beech trees separating the Black Diamond Chute from its neighbor bent gracefully towards us, letting the cold, gusting wind to its job.
No words were necessary. We came to ski. We were going to ski.
