I love being behind the scenes for any reason. It gives you a fresh perspective and an inside scoop. I also think that our local ski mountains seem so strange in the summer. It's as if they disappear until they are covered in snowy white blankets. It seems odd to walk around signs mentioning "snowboards" and "lifts" when it is hot out. Yet there I was driving down the winding little service road to the back entrance of Shawnee Mountain Ski Area. It was time to set up the booths for the upcoming Pocono Garlic Festival. It was quiet and empty...a stark comparison to what would be just hours later.
To be continued...
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