My St. Patty’s day was best summed up by my Mom as she was entertaining Chicks Rip Too and Doogie at our après ski in West Stockbridge, MA; “Josh called me yesterday and when I asked him what he was doing, he said that he was at a bar and plowed!” While I actually said it’s loud, what’s the difference? Doogie and I had celebrated the day by marching from Davis Sq to Boston starting at the Burren at 9 am, stopping at multiple bars along the way to grab a Guinness. While we had been semi responsible and left the Bean Town Pub around 10 pm the damage had been done and we were relying on Chicks Rip Too to drive us to Petersburg Pass so we could ski the new deep stuff!
After Chicks Rip Too figured out that I am horrible at giving directions and Doogie slept (pretended to sleep) the entire ride to New York we were at the base of the old ski area. I had skied this spot a few weeks ago and knew that it would make for a perfect place to take it easy and get over the fog St. Patrick had left me in.
While my vocabulary wasn’t fully functional, my skins were and the four of us (Chicks Rip Too brought her awesome dog, The Buffalo Killer, Killer for short) were able to turn “the hangover trip” into a great day.
We were able to make 3 laps and couldn’t stop laughing.
Doogie “Is that a steak knife?”
Me “yeah, I packed last night, it seemed like a good idea.”
Doogie “it’s St. Patrick’s DAY not NIGHT, that’s why we celebrated all day!”
CRT “It’s Christmas DAY too but you don’t open presents all day.”
Me “if you’re poor.” (this one may turn out to have been funnier in person?)
CRT “Hold on guys.” As she bends down to free her heels from her AT bindings after she had already skinned up at least 10 yards. (for the non skiers this is like driving with the emergency brake on but much harder)
This moment came a few minutes after Chicks Rip Too had told us a funny story about one of her friends who didn’t know how to use her gear. Once again I am not making fun of anyone because she told us that story in response to the fact that none of us could seem to remember how we should be using our gear.
Doogie “Goggles?”
Me “Check”
Doogie “Skins”
Me “Check”
Doogie “Hat”
Me “Check”
Doogie “Let’s Go!”
At the bottom of the run
Me “I’m still in walk mode” (non skier note – this is like driving on ice)
It’s great to be able to get a bunch of runs but you have to be ready stop and switch your gear from touring mode to skiing mode. While there were great turns that will be remembered I feel like we spent the majority of our time either at the bottom or top playing with our gear and Killer as he looked at us with a perplexed face, thinking, what are these silly humans doing and why do they keep stopping to do it?
The day was a perfect compliment to St. Patty’s Day and because we were out near my parents’ home we were able to meet up with them right next to the last stop on the Mass Pike and get a bite to eat, thanks Mom and Dad.
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