First night

West Chesterfield New Hampshire is a stones throw from Brattleboro VT.

My mattress still has the plastic on, but I don’t mind it sticking to my right calf. That left leg, with its clicks rests on top of the left. Five miles last night was the most I’ve run in years. I gallowalked the first mile or so, then the old muscle memory carried me around the pokestops and the big golf course hill.

I have a few moths, small one with me in the camper. Just killed one on this iPhone. I tested everything I could and created the following punch list:

Light at door not working

At door top, switch red, what fn?

Lights underneath? Switch?

Under sink-drain tube loose?

Awning, help!

AC outlet tester? Wow loads of outlets!

Rear bunk turnbuckle?

Tiny space with loads of tech.

So I had to spend the night here while the turnbuckles I ordered come in overnight.

The Journey Begins

I’ll find a good image for the cover.

Benjamin “Jammin” Benny Jacobson:

CV for ski bum:

Stowe Vt. 1965-1970 Week long lessons from the worlds best.

1971-1973 Season Passes to Big Tupper, and some classes at Mt. Tremblant. Whiteface once or twice.

1973-1976

Skied at least 100 days. Small hill, and Bromley, Bershire East every Thursday.

1979-1982

Colorado Resorts. Jackson Hole, where a friend did drop into Corbets Colouire and I took a picture

1982-1985

Park City, few days

Arizona Snow Bowl twice a week for Gym at NAU.

Then I did it. 1985-1986, I lived in Vail.

This voyage is back to 1986, and my lovely bride of nearly 30 years and our 18 and my 24 year old children will wait.

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

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