I hit the Vermont slopes this past weekend. And by “hit” I mean I rallied the fun, booked the fun and fed the fun. Actual time spent on said slopes = zero. Several failed downhill attempts in my life means this Pance do not ski. Snow tubing, yes. Apres ski hot tubbing and toddy’ing, yes and yes. Fireside reading, yes. Major limbs akimbo in speeds of 20 mph plus. No, but thanks anyway.
I did, however, try cross country skiing and snowshoeing for the first time and it was pretty darn awesome. I was the *only* one on the trails and thoroughly enjoyed the me-time channeling Emerson amidst the snow hush.
Weekend highlights = a bag full of vintage candy (who knew Squirrel Nut Zippers are not just a band?!?), Sushi, Sake & Schlitz night, homemade fajitas and bottomless rum night, a stop by the overwhelmingly odorous Yankee Candle Factory and witty conversation on the brilliance that is “Dirty Dancing” and the proper, badassiest way to flip the bird. Finish it off with a Friendly’s Happy Ending sundae with peanut butter sauce and the circle of fun is unbroken. Yay us!