So for the first time in our storied history, we were totally shut off  the                                    slopes, first by a steady rain on Sunday followed by Gale force winds on Monday that closes down the lift lines to the summit.  His eminence must have been displeased by some unidentified transgression.  Time is spent telling stories and reliving memories amidst endeavors of athletic prowess (shuffle and billiards).  We welcomed a 3rd generation as Frank's grandson, Beau, blesses the meat selection for the annual dinner feast.  Sunday is spent shopping (at Orvis) and dinner at the newly renovated Johnny Seesaw's.  Solomon's omelette  and Taylor's pool skills highlight a rather benign gathering.