By Annie Shustrin
The best thing about winter weather is the snow. If it’s gotta be cold, please, please, please bring on the snowstorms. It’s the only redeeming quality of weather that on occasion makes me wear up to three coats at the same time. (That is true, I’m sorry to say).
When it snows, all I want to do is snowboard. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of slipping down a snowy slope with a 360-degree view of mountains and a nipping wind at my face. This is where I spend most of the winter, when I’m not fleeing the northeast for warmer places, like San Juan, Puerto Rico.
Though there is plenty of amazing ski and snowboard destinations around the world and specifically in North America, the mountains in Vermont will always be a favorite of mine. The slopes there may not rival the Rockies, but there are miles of runs worth checking out. In the north, resorts such as Jay Peak and Stowe are favorites while the south is the home of Killington and Stratton.
Snowboarding at Mount Snow in Southern Vermont is a yearly tradition that has become an important part of my New York life. For a small cabin with several bottles of wine, a comforting fireplace, and one satisfying day on the slopes, myself and a group of like-minded friends brave a four-hour drive and often extremely icy roadways. We also look forward to the Saturday night lasagna-feast, always a highlight.
This year, our trip came one week after a large winter storm that dropped several feet of fresh snow on the resort as well as a few inches of ice on the back roads of town. Our cabin, though warm and inviting, stood behind a fortress of black ice that only gallons of salt from an official salt truck could help any of us navigate. A blanket of thick fog crept in at night, making the morning walk and the drive to the slopes eerie and chilled.
The fog never lifted completely out of the valley that weekend, but the top of the Mount Snow broke through, revealing a sunny day on the slopes. The view over the neighboring towns was covered by a pillow of fog that only other tall peaks could escape. With the skies clear and the sun warming the iced-over trees, we had a perfect day of action that has me counting the weeks until next year’s gathering in Vermont.
Annie Shustrin is a travel addict. When she’s not on the road, she’s either thinking about past trips, planning future ones, or fantasizing about where she’d like to be right now. She has visited over 30 countries on both long and short term travels, and is now based in New York City. She writes for her blog TravelShus.com, as well contributing articles to other online travel publications. Though Indonesia and New Zealand are amongst her favorite destinations, her favorite travel memory was in China, where she got to hold a baby panda on her very own lap.