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After Boston, we headed further up North, to Vermont. We went skiing at Killington for 2 days, while staying in nearby Rutland.You may notice the scarcity of snow--the weather was preposterously warm--50s and 60s. The first day of skiing was fine adequate, but the second, which was accompanied by sometimes downpouring rain, was rather poor. Still, I enjoyed participating in this wintertime activity for the first time in 10 years. On Saturday, I decided to try snowboarding. "Riding", it turned out, was much harder than I realized. It was rather humbling to go from slashing through the double black diamonds on skis to literally not being able to put on my snowboard or disembark from the lift without falling. I had a few good moments, but most ended on my rear. I did not know how to stop, and was concerned to really get going. After a painful morning, I traded in the board for my trusty skis and never looked back.
We left in a downpour that probably was taking care of any remaining snow. After a lesson, Stacy won the Most Improved award for the weekend. We were both so sore that we were lumbering around like Frankenstein's monster.

All in all, the trip totalled 1100 miles.