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After all these years, I finally laid eyes on Yawgoo Valley. End prose. Begin pretentious analysis of the writing. I like that opening sentence. It’s full of promise, mildly intriguing, and inspires a host of useful questions in the mind of the reader. Where is Yawgoo Valley, and what is it like? What special meaning does it hold for the narrator? Why did the narrator take so long to visit? And now what happens

The large wooden sign that greets visitors to Magic Mountain includes the motto “Where skiing still has its soul.” I am a veteran skier and I have paid attention, so I know what this motto means. It means ancient, slow chairlifts. But nevermind that. I had a lovely day at Magic Mountain, located in central Vermont, a drive of at least 2 hours from pretty much everywhere else, including my house. I enjoyed