Vermont, Part 3: The Tiredness

It's amazing. Apparently, the height of the mountain plays a significant part in determining which body parts feel like they're going to fall off the next day. Both arms and legs are major contenders. However, the winner, shockingly, was my head. All mental jokes aside, it's felt like it was going to explode out through my eyes all day. Not a good feeling. Much more sleep in the car on the way home later, I felt better.

On the way back from Vermont, the major event was that we missed the EMS and snowboarding shop in Paramus, NY, and just kept thinking we'd see them. We didn't realize they were in Paramus, so we kept hoping. Hope turned to despair when we reached I-95 in New Jersey, though. At that point, we just felt like we needed to eat or we'd expire from hunger.

All-in-all, though, the trip back was OK (except for the headache), and the ride was not bad. Definitely the way to go if you plan to go up to New England and don't want to take the three hours going through New York during rush hour. That's just a major nightmare.

Anyway, we're back, and I got to snowboard for one day in powder up to depths of two feet. It was exciting, and now I know where there's a condo I can rent to get a bunch of boarders on vacation.

:-) Out...

Vermont, Part 2: Snowboarding and Insanity

Today, we woke up and went snowboarding. Holy jeez, is it nice up here. There are 119 trails on Okemo Mountain. Many of them had POWDER! Actual POWDER! In some places, they had TWO FEET of powder, which turns out to be very difficult to snowboard in. I loved every second of it; even when I wrenched my left arm nearly out of its socket. Yup, even then I was having a phenomenal time. Snowboarding in Maryland and Pennsylvania will never be the same. My new nickname should be the Mogul Killer.

The night turned out to be even more interesting. We attempted to go to dinner. Some of the roads had snow on them, and one of the party found a cul-de-sac at the bottom of a snow covered hill. Said party member also had nearly bald tires, and couldn't get back up the road. After he tried for twenty minutes, he let me try. When that happened, I managed to put his car into a four foot snow drift on the side of the road. Much digging later, and two more times getting stuck on the snow drift, and we finally got back to square one.

Meanwhile, Irene was up at a house trying to get help from a less than helpful gentleman who decided to chastise her about not having snow tires. Oh, Vermont, you kidder! This guy called his plow guy, who came without any sand to throw down. Still, with his plow, he was able to get to road into a state that allowed us to get the car back up the hill... finally.

We were an hour late for dinner. The dinner was remarkably tasty, and we spent it humorously assigning blame to the various party members. Let the drinking begin!

Vermont, Part 1: The Drive

It's Monday. The GPS is remarkably useful, but also a damned liar. We began at 10:45 or so. The ride was actually pretty pleasant for being well over four hundred miles. The key, if you ever decide to drive north, is to skip Manhattan. That will save you three hours. We learned this when we drove to Connecticut, and so we got lucky this time; no Manhattan. As for the GPS, it originally told us we'd be here at 5:45 PM. We got here at 7:00 or so. Granted, we stopped for food, but this should have bumped us to only 6:15. The snow cause a phenomenon I like to call "minute creep," which means that, for ever two minutes you're on the road, the GPS's estimated arrival time creeps up one minute, which can make the GPS a new-age torture device when you have to pee.

The real fun began when we hit the Vermont line, though. That's when mother nature decided to see if the Mazda would handle like a snowboard, or at least I assume so due to the snow it put on the road. Every mile, the snow got just a little worse. At that point the Girl was driving. That was interesting, since her foot REALLY likes the brakes. Every time she stopped, I thought we would careen into a slide. Thankfully, we did not, and she actually did pretty well.

When we got near to our destination, we had to call to obtain step-by-step instructions for getting to the place. At that point, the snow had built up to the point that the Mazda's traction control was probably praying for the pain to stop. I eventually took over so that I could weasel our way up the mountain in the snow, inch at a time. We made it though, and it's snow-licious up here. I can't wait to see what snowboarding on powder is really like. I hope my camera can take a run too. I've always wanted snowboarding pictures.