I once sat courtside at a Celtics game and it ruined me. I knew that the experience would make it impossible to ever enjoy another basketball game from any other seat in the house. About a month ago, Devil’s Thumb Ranch had a similar effect on me when it comes to cross-country skiing. The 65 miles of perfectly buffed out trails was enough to make me never want to tromp through the scraggly Vermont woods again. But there was more.