I was in Florida last weekend, the sort of destination that pops up every so often on the family calendar during ski season and leaves me gnashing my teeth.
After all, can’t Mickey wait until the trail count around here has started to diminish? It’s usually pretty hard to watch from afar as your skiing and snowboarding brethren are making turns while you’re left merely waiting for yours on Peter Pan.
This was not one of those weekends.
Sorry to say, there was little jealousy to be had while assessing the skiing and riding conditions in New England via social media. It was wet and gloomy, which made rain parkas the decided fashion for many on Saturday. Woof.