What a whirlwind trip! Everything was straight out of a movie: the town, the bed and breakfast, the snow, and the skiing. I fell in love with Maine, I fell hard for the abundance of snow, and I fell even harder for the skiing (literally, I spent more time tumbling down the mountains than I did upright on my skiis).Sadly I didn't get much of a chance to explore the town because, between spending time on the slopes and catching up on the Olympics at local pubs, our weekend disappeared faster than an Olympic alpine ski racer (Bode, I'm lookin' at you).
More pictures to come, but this is by far my favorite snapshot of the weekend.
