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April Showers

A Jack Frosting. It Snowed for April Fools. May spring beauty bring some cheer in these times. Still a beautiful life and planet.

Skiable Days This Winter 42 (average is 90, 138 in 2003-04)  with 50 km 17 * WG last Daily Ski Report.pdf

Snow so far 95″ Oct T Nov 9 Dec 20 Jan 21 Feb 34 Mar 8 Apr 3

MVY Radio Cape Cod * WNRN VA sweet npr *  WYEP Sustainable Pittsburgh *  WYEP Best ’19 Albums 

Open For Catering Closed until Mid December

Delicious Homemade Soups, Hot Panini Sandwiches, Local Beer, Fine Wine, Fresh Cookies, Desserts and More!


March Dinner/Music Menu.pdf  * Mar 14 Menu/Prices.pdf

Purple Fiddle Do NOT MISS SHOWS 

Hog Slop String Band May 8 Donna The Buffalo May 15 & 16 Suitcase Junket May 23 & 24 Emi Sunshine May 29 & 30

Birch Urn Tree * Local Canaan Maple.pdf 

ski less no pole Cooper * New Backcountry Ski Area 

Spruce on left Fir on right * Skis Older Than Wheels.npr 

Ski Bones *  local Mtn Yoga 

WG home of the softest rocks east of the Mississippi and if the snow is sticky…use that glop ski straight up

To our Season Passers: Optimism Easier With You

Mac & Molly Thornton Cabin John, MD and Kurt & Sara & Teagan & Walker Litzau Canaan Heights, WV and Emily Carlson Arthurdale, WV 229 Friends Of WG

Volunteer Ski Patrollers: Stro, Adam, Ben, Jeff, Penny, Paul, Jason, Gary, Brad, Chip, Joel, Janelle, Liz, Krissy, Mike, John, Dwight, Steve, locals Dr. Ed Rader, Dr. Tom Johnson, and other visiting patrollers. Safety First!

What is Supposed to Happen by Naomi Shihab Nye

When you were small,

we watched you sleeping,

waves of breath

filling your chest.

Sometimes we hid behind

the wall of baby, soft cradle

of baby needs.

I loved carrying you between

my own body and the world.

Now you are sharpening pencils,

entering the forest of

lunch boxes, little desks.

People I never saw before

call out your name

and you wave.

This loss I feel,

this shrinking,

as your field of roses

grows and grows….

Now I understand history.

Now I understand my mother’s

ancient eyes.

from Red Suitcase 1994

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