A million miles removed from the Financial District is a place where interest of another kind compounds. It’s life at Martis Camp. Here, rather than being a place where deals are made, memories are made. Snowmen take shape in backyards rather than scorecards. Fresh powder provides a clean slate for mastering the art of the snow angel. The Family Barn is alive with the fragrance of cinnamon and cloves, the shuffle of snow boots, and the swish-swish-swish of powder pants. Kids sport raccoon masks and mustaches fashioned from hot cocoa. Hot tubs see a serious uptick in traffic. And Zooming at the office takes a back seat to zooming down the slope. The challenges and rewards of work will remain but for now your mind is on the task at hand: building family legacies one moment at a time.
