Stratton Mountain Skiing

Sloppy, mushy and clammy: three new english words for Marion to store in her vocabulary bank. Unfortunately, these are three new words to describe the conditions skiing at Stratton Mountain yesterday. Not the Spring time ski fluff I was hoping for.

The rain fell in buckets when we arrived and the gondola dripped with moisture, half frozen to the plexiglass, half spilling onto the seats inside. Views of the Green Mountains were obstructed by a heavy blanket of moisture lifting off the snow. The winds were whipping so hard on top we were like toothpicks caught in a hurricane. Like a car without wiper blades driving through a swamp there was zero visibility.

My cousin from Germany has only 2 more day to see the states. Not nearly enough time for me to prove that New England is the best place in the whole wide world for architecture, sport and sightseeing!