Sledding Hills in Greater Hartford

I grew up in Vermont and, as kids, we took our winter storms seriously. I remember getting up at 5:00am on potential snow days, waiting by the radio, pleading with the announcer to please say my school’s name. Because I lived “in the city,” it didn’t happen all that often. We seemed to have snow removal down to a science. But on the rare occassion that the Snow Gods did defeat Rutland’s Public Works Department,