They came with hockey sticks. Escaping from suburban Rhode Island to find rural winter fun—fun like we’d had as kids. After unloading their car in the twilight, my cousin, his sons, and their friends cleared the snow from the pond below the barn. (We didn’t think the pond was even big enough to skate on!)
The next morning after breakfast I made two goals from old lumber and built a bonfire. Then as the temperature plunged, the generations played hockey. Coming to Cornwall? Bring your skates and call for conditions!