- Packing up the car and driving for 6 hours or more to Vermont, New Hampshire, upstate New York or Maine
- Spending your life savings (well, at least it would be my life savings) to fly your person and all your gear out west
- Packing next to nothing, tossing your skis in the trunk, plopping down a whopping $30 to crash in a hotel and heading to the Poconos.
The Poconos seem like a collection of Mt. Everests when biking up them but like glorified driveways when skiing down them. We only had 36 hours, we hadn't skiied/snowboarded yet this year and we will take what we can get so Blue Mountain it was.
When I first moved to Philly the mountain's slogan was "Touch the Sky!" Unless the heavens are rapidly descending to ground level there's no truth in this advertising but we had fun in the sunshine and the nearly-empty slopes. No spills, no disasters, so, yay!
|Bill snowboards. I ski. Can this marriage survive?|
|Touch the sky. Or, actually, just touch its undercarraige if you are tall enough.|
|This is me, I swear. Bill just forgot about the zoom button.|
|We are dorks!|
Unrelated: I am watching a documentary on the 1994 winter Olympics. It is awesome. Bonnie Blair's and Dan Jensen's stories are fantastic. That is all.