Superb Owl

There was some sort of televised sporting contest this evening that meant (a) the friends I was skiing with congregated to observe (leaving me on my own for dinner), and (b) the streets of picturesque downtown Stowe VT were deserted — including, alas, all three restaurants I had been considering eating at. I wound up at my hotel’s restaurant where I had a good (if television-noise-encroached) dinner at the bar.