backcountry ski new hampshire

The story doesn’t begin here, but many years ago. For as long as can remember the photograph hung on the living room wall. For a time I believe it resided over the fish tank. Then perhaps it was beside the door that nobody used. For close to three decades it hung without fail in my parents house. Then it moved. To our family camp, where it now remains. The point is not where, however, the point is what. The year was 1937, the month April, I believe. Not believe, know, being […]