"Oil lamps, Currier Ives prints, a beagle puppy, and the faint mooing of Betsy, the family Jersey cow, were refreshing sights and sounds to our city eyes and ears. 10 other skiers were assigned to the Cole farmhouse and soon all were sitting about the breakfast table eating vast quantities of griddle cakes, maple syrup, sausage, and hot biscuits.
"Three delicious meals and a feather bed for the night were to cost us $3.00 each, we discovered. Our round-trip railroad ticket, including the lower berth, costs us $10.50 each.
"Breakfast over, we pulled on every sweater and sock we owned and walked out to find our skis and poles awaiting us. These cost $1.50 a day rental.The baggage car on the train carried 500 pairs of skis, 300 pairs of boots, dozens of varieties of wax and assorted incidentals.
"The Pete Gay Trail is best for intermediates, Carl Schafer [sic], head of local ski, told us.
"A ten mile ride up to the top of the mountain in the bus cost us 25 cents, and we got out to find ourselves in a winter fairyland. Each cedar, spruce, and balsam sagged under a mantle of snow. The sun was bright and far down the valley, distant farms and fields of virgin white were crystal clear in the rare air. Our elevation was 3000 feet. We found the trails wide and safe and the snow fast.
"Too many beginners take slopes too steep for their skill,' said Mort Amundsen, our Norwegian guide. 'Now we caution everyone not to overmatch themselves. Last weekend we accommodated 3,400 fans, men, women, and little daredevil children and our one casualty was a broken ankle. These slopes are the best in the state. Come over and I'll show you the American version of the Swiss funicular railroad.'