Frankly, we expected it, and weren't planning to do much skiing anyway, what with two toddlers, a recovering broken neck, and no babysitters. So we did what anyone else housebound in a 1970's era condo in backwater West Virginia would do ... we hiked, drove around looking for deer, and visited the local caverns to hear their lore about the stalactites and stalagmites. Oh, we drove and drove trying to find the windmills at the top of the mountain, ate at all the local fine dining establishments, played on every available playground, patronized the few boutiques, and watched a lot of Elmo videos.
Sure hope there's snow next year.
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