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With skis on our feet we leave behind the long lists of expedition planning and greet the winter trail. 300 miles of unbroken snow stretch out before us.Who knows where we will sleep, but fir boughs will make a soft bed, and dry wood a warm tent. The mountains become our home.

 

“My feet are tired, my legs are sore and my heart is happy.” –Saul Blocher, 18

We study the tracks of our new family; fisher, muskrat, rabbit and deer.

We fly down steep hills on winding trails. I make three good turns and one terrific crash!

We read the ice and learn how to find the door of a beaver’s lodge. We take one life and appreciate the incredible gift of meat and fur.

“Our life is very comfortable, and it’s exciting to know that we are capable of living this way. And what a beautiful life!” –Emily Turner, 15

“There is one main difference between skiing and flying: in skiing your wings are attached to your feet” – Semester student speaking on Vermont Public Radio

We ski hard and eat chocolate

We study the sky and learn to listen to the language of the earth. Tomorrow it will snow.