“Nurse on skis,” they could have called her. In the Vermont village where Judy Andrews lived and worked for Dr. Nathan Bell -- a village snowbound from early autumn until late spring -- often the only way to get over the mountains to Dr. Bell's patients was on skis. And Judy had learned to ski almost as soon as she had learned to walk -- she knew every trail, every hazard to the mountain she had called “the Hermit's.”
They day Judy learned that her father had sold the land nestling against “the Hermit” was the blackest day in her life. And the man who had negotiated the sale -- blonde, debonair Curt Wiley -- became, from that moment a person she shunned. All the tranquility of their valley -- the majesty of the Hermit -- was to be destroyed by a tourist ski trail and lodge. Curt Wiley had become, for Judy, the symbol of his desecration.
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