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There's nothing quite like waking up in a hotel on a cloudless morning when it's 25 below zero, and walking outside in your t-shirt to go warm up the sleds before a long day of riding. The trails are hard and smooth, the grip warmers soaking heat through your gloves and the fresh coat of powder that is blinding you like millions of glistening diamonds. Seeing nothing but snow covered rock and trees instead of fields of semi-detached homes on 50 foot lots.
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