I’ve had a love affair with this valley since the first time I visited in the late 70s. It was during the winter and I couldn’t get over the beauty. It made my soul sing.
Winters, for me, begin in mid-October when the leaves have almost disappeared and the temperature dips a few degrees each night until I finally face the fact that it’s time to get rid of summer’s geraniums. My closet goes from summer to winter wear and my sandals are replaced with boots – high, low and in between.
And, these days, there are so many enticing activities taking place during ski season that it’s a must to keep a calendar supposed to be or where you want to There are happenings going on that feed most every sense: see amazing shows at the Vilar Performing Arts Center; hear great music at events like Snow Daze; smell the rich aromas of winter; taste the epicurean delights offered at our restaurants.
Sure, the place has changed a lot since my first visit: gone is the deli on Bridge Street where we could pick up a really tasty hamburger at any time; gone is the Rucksack, the store that had so much of stuff, you could stay there for an hour and not see it all; gone is the Crossroads movie theatre that we’d hit after a day on the mountain, ski suit and boots still on. I could go on and on and on.
I’m not saying change isn’t a good thing. It’s all just different.
The thing that has stayed the same, however, is being able to see some old-time locals still hanging out in the village. It’s always fun to run into them and sit around talking – each of us contributing our “remember when” stories. All of us laughing at our recollections.
Even with all the changes this valley is still a little piece of heaven. Its beauty never ceases to amaze me. And the changes over the years have brought an invigorating energy to all of us who are lucky enough to live here.
And if you’ve enjoyed our winter – wait ‘til you experience our summer!