Last weekend, J & I went "skiing" in Vermont.
The thing is, we don't actually know how to ski. In fact, we might be the world's worst skiers. But doesn't that just sound so posh? Oh, we went away for the weekend. Just a little light skiing in Vermont. That sure sounds a lot more luxurious than "Last weekend we went to Vermont. We drank lots of hot chocolate and watched a bunch of other people ski." Which is what we did.
But it was great!
We bundled up, explored the lodge, stomped around in our snow boots (I finally got a pair!), drank roughly 10 gallons of hot chocolate, and enjoyed our first weekend outside of the city. My favorite part was probably watching all the 2 and 3-year-old kids ski down the mountain like a bunch of professionals. That was good for my ego. I think some of them actually flipped us off as they whizzed by.
My actual favorite part was snowmobiling. (Do I look cool or what?)
That was a first for both of us and I'm proud to say that we are much better snowmobilers than we are skiers. We went on a 2-hour tour through the forest, across a frozen lake, and - much to my delight - right past all those 3-year-old punks. "Later, losers!" I yelled as we sped off into the sunset. I mean, it was 11:00am but we sped off nonetheless.
I think we found our new favorite hobby.