It is hard to think about transitioning into spring when there is still so much snow here at Killington. Today, I decided to take one last snowshoe for the season. It felt more like mid-March than mid-April.
I wondered around the mountain in solitude, reflecting on the ski season. I will miss the the quiet beauty of the mountain.
I will miss my good friends. Tonight, we celebrated Gerry's Birthday, and I said my goodbyes for the season.
Tomorrow morning I will attend Easter Sunrise Service at Killington Peak, then drive home to share the holiday with my mom and son. Then spring will officially begin for me.