At the end of my very short stint as a ski bum at Smuggs, around this time of year (just before Thanksgiving and when the mountain first opened for the season) I hightailled it outta there on a train home with a pit stop to see a friend on Queechy lake near the NY-Mass border Twas ~50 year ago. Fun times.
b) See above. It was way before the internet.
a) Tried to ski bum at Smuggs once at a ski dorm thingy. Around Thanksgiving busses of college kids were coming in to fill the place. We all quit before they arrived by sending in our resignations by spelling it out in yellow letters in the snow for the folks who owned the place to see and weren’t living up to their promises.Just for context here:
a) have you guys ever worked in industrialized tourism?
b) have you ever met Vermonters in person?....away from the internet and it’s unmatched ability to cast aspersions widely.
b) See above. It was way before the internet.
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