Bolton Valley, VT
There’s few things quite like a Noreaster in the mountains of New England. When I took this photo, it was snowing so hard that the loudest noise I could hear was the snow whispering off my helmet and the squeaking of the lift sheaves at each tower. I was riding the Wilderness Chair at Bolton Valley and it truly lived up to it’s name - I couldn’t see past the next tower on the line and couldn’t hear anybody else on the hill. If I hadn’t been swinging in the air on a chairlift, it would have been easy to believe I was miles from the nearest person.
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