
Jenkins Mountain ski
I had skied Jenkins Mountain once before and though I enjoyed the view from the summit, I didn’t particularly like the long slog down an old woods road to get to the mountain’s base.
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I had skied Jenkins Mountain once before and though I enjoyed the view from the summit, I didn’t particularly like the long slog down an old woods road to get to the mountain’s base.
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