Noah McCord to Powder Mountain
Where is the Powder of my childhood? I have sold out.
Moved to the big box giant. 4,000 acres and 10,000 people.
Every inch tracked out in hours not days. My tail bruised from man made snow, a cruel imitation.
Where is the Powder of my childhood?
Powder Mountain to Noah
We're still here. Come on home.
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
This really tickled me tonight-
I love this small conversation from my son on Facebook today:
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