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Perfect morning. Not too cold, the four days of wind we’d endured finally died down, and sunshine. No crowds to speak of, we never waited in line. And from the top, we could see tons of great places to hike and ski and all of that good stuff.

A day to unwind, quilt, rent movies, and cook.
Tonight I made seared scallops for dinner. I made bouillabaisse too, but this is something that takes a day to age the flavors, so we’ll be having it for xmas dinner, without all of the work.

Tomorrow is Christmas AND a Sunday. You know what that means… Empty slopes in the morning – except for all of the other heathens.

I cleaned up in the kitchen and hit the booze early (like at 8 am) because hot wassail sounded so good with zero degree temps outside. Nicole called it hot sangria. I can see the colonials tanking up on hot wassail while running around in the winter night singing carols to the town. Boozy, warm, and loud – that’s the life of a revolutionary…