Sunday, January 29, 2012

Sunday 1/29

After doing laundry and wrestling with the novel edit, I went with Lisa to visit Stowe, a nearby ski resort. We took the ski lift up to the top of the mountain.

The rock was amazing -- it had been wind-blasted with snow. And the skiers and snowboarders were utterly fearless.

On the way up on the gondola, we saw one small boy who was lying face-down in the snow and refusing to move. I completely sympathize.

At the top, we sat in the restaurant and had a drink while we admired the view and the backs of the skiers and snowboarders vanishing off the edge of the world.

This point was only 4,600 feet! It must have been even more stunning from the top of the black diamond runs.

What a glorious day.

During my last few days here, I'll be concentrating on the novel edit and the shape poems. It's so wonderful to have had this opportunity.

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