Following Hazel
Her face contorted with a mixture of horror and disgust. “But why?” asked the woman interested in taking over my lease, not hiding an ounce of disdain as she wandered through our living room. I had just explained that I was moving to Massachusetts, leaving Jackson for a life out east. The audacity!
Her response didn’t surprise me; I had heard it countless times during my final month living in Jackson. And it was hard to defend my position. Originally from California and one of the few rare birds migrating east, I knew nothing about the East Coast ski scene other than it was icy as hell, and it produced some of the most fearless skiers that I’d ever met. Berkshire East would become my new home resort, a small mom-and-pop establishment in the rolling Berkshire Mountains. Our move was sparked by my partner becoming Berkshire East’s Ski School Director, as well as the fact that it had become near impossible to afford a home in the mountain west. New England was our next best option.
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