"There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas....
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world."
Excerpt from Ulysses, Tennyson
Just got back (literally) from an amazing scouting trip with Reuben our Program Director. The idea was to try and find some good spots to teach backcountry skiing, but about 2 hours into our trip something went terribly wrong. The snowmobile we were using slid down a slope and got stuck at the bottom, pinned against a tree. And then, the rest of the night was awesome and epic. Too tired to finish the story now but expect more tomorrow! Goodnight
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