Ben & Jerry’s Free Cone Day (also known as Americans Getting Fatter Day) is upon us. Generally, I try to stay as far away from the Free Cone Day as I possibly can.
For one thing, I hate waiting in line. Especially not for a $2.50 ice cream cone that’s only going to make my cholesterol continue its slow creep towards the top of the charts.
Secondly, I hate being sticky. ‘Nuf said.
And finally, I am a curmudgeon and don’t like fun things.
However, this year’s Free Cone Day in Burlington at the Church Street Scoop Shop was different. Sure, the line still stretched all the way down to Outdoor Gear Exchange. And, yes, people still acted like Ben & Jerry’s was giving away a free car. But this Free Cone Day featured an appearance by Olympic snowboarder, native Vermonter and all around swell gal Hannah Teter.
You know what sucks more than riding a chair lift by yourself? Riding a chair lift with four foul-mouthed, flatulent ‘tweens who want nothing more than for you to take your pathetic ass and hurl it to the snowy depth below. But this is my life. Or at least my life for the next two weeks, until I wrap up my 20/20 Challenge. Yes, I’m nearly finished. Thank the sweet bearded Lord in heaven for that.
Throughout this project, I’d had to deal with a number of hiccups — broken bindings, no one to ride with, scheduling snags, ski areas that were closed, ski areas that are now private and won’t let me in. But none was more aggravating than my recent oversight at Stratton.
Here’s a little trivia question for you fine folk: How many ski resorts are in our little nation of Vermont?
If you answered “What’s skiing?” or “Where is Vermont?,” feel free to stop reading pronto-like. If your answer “Twenty, you dingleberry. Like, duh.” I’d say we have a winner! Come and claim your prizes — a handful of my business cards and some of the lesser tchotchkes that populate my desk.
That’s right, friends. There are 20 alpine ski areas in Vermont and with a little luck and a lot of snow, I’m going to snowboard at all of them this year. Like in one season. (Ok, before all the Mad River folks get their ski bibs in a twist, I know I can’t ride at your mountain. But don’t worry — I learned how to ski over sick sheets of ice years ago at Hidden Valley Resort in Western Pennsylvania, so I can schuss with the best of them.)
Yay for snow and silly challenges and dumb stickers on helmets!
Forget getting a season pass at Sugarbush or Jay Peak. That’s so borrrr-ring. You ride the same trails over and over again, or in my case, you tumble down the same trails again and again. I’m all about mixing it up a bit. Variety is the spice of life or some pap like that.