The kids don't realize the rhythm they're creating, and that might be why it works. Maybe that's why a bunch of parents who probably don't own ski magazines, or know what rocker really does, keep bringing their kids here decade after decade, despite the lack of improvements.
The sounds of laughter gently rocks through me like the imaginary ebbs and flows felt after a day on a boat while driving away. There is no unseeing what was easily the most content ski community I've ever met. Sure none of them can drive, but none of them are going to have a melt down at the ticket window when conditions aren't great either. The skiing future of most of those kids might be college spring break hero at best, but that will be because they weren't totally raised by iPads. Somewhere, out of service on a road indecipherable from anywhere else in the region, I realize the future of skiing is in the music of its past.