Six Pack Skiing

Me, a ski bum? Maybe a part-time ski bum.

We drove up to Stratton, Vermont, on Sunday night — into a snow storm.  The closer we got, the heavier the snow. On Route 7, I could barely see the road. Thanks to winter tires on the minivan, we made it OK, but it was sketchy, two-handed driving.

I had heard good things about Stratton. Heard it was expensive, too. We skied with friends who had a condo for the week. One convenience was getting all six of us on a chair lift together — on a six-person high-speed detachable.

Lots of fresh powder on Monday, with high winds and blowing snow all day. Tuesday was gorgeous and sunny — and the gondola was running. Loved it!