All About Tron's Mom
It seriously is about Tron's Mom though. I went to Vermont this past weekend with Tron, Jesse, Sean and Skippy. Sitting bitch for four hours was not fun, but I digress.
Tron's mom just about short of force fed us her delicious home cooked food. Ever have a four course breakfast? Up until this weekend I would have said no too, but I can't anymore. And Tron's brother has his own half of the house, i'm jealous. Their backyard is literally a mountain range with nothing but a single transmission tower sitting on the top, blinking it's one red light.
The rest of Vermont
Vermont is a beautiful state. The three feet of snow piled meticulously on the sides of ever sloshy streets seemed to be a common everyday sight. Drivers scurried on half frozen streets, tackling corners and twisties as if the roads were dry. Three feet long icicles reflected headlights, fighting for attention with the clear night above, a blanket of stars.
Snowy mountaintops line either side of hilly narrow streets. They seem to twist and turn forever, going uphill and downhill in a random fashion. A rather unsettling place to drive during snow times for a "flat lander" like me, but I can see how it could be a blast to drive in normal summertime weather.
Snowboarding and the Corvette Museum
Mount Okemo, home of the ski people. Yes, I just made that up, but it seems to be the place that everyone goes if they want to slide downhill with their feet. The mountain is huge, with enough different courses to appeal to both the extremist and the first timer. The bunny slope itself is twice (maybe thrice) as long as what i'm used to in the Poconos, which seem like hills compared to mountains in Vermont.
Ah, the Corvette Museum. Seems out of place amidst the trail blazing snow trucks and the suvs filled with ski equipment, but yea, they were there. Next to the 50's style diner lies the corvettes, at least one of each generation. Their tires still brand new, their paint glossy and shiny, their engines lookin so pretty that they almost hum as if they were on and idling. As you walk, you can go backwards in time, from C4's to C3's, all the way to the original 'vette that started it all. It was memorable to say the least.
A Short Conclusion
So ignoring the 7+ hours on the highway cramped between two sweaty white guys, Vermont was a wonderful state that was refreshing as it was relaxing. Not only did I get to see the clearest sky ever with the purest snow, I got to finally meet Tron's Mom.
That in itself was worth it all.
It seriously is about Tron's Mom though. I went to Vermont this past weekend with Tron, Jesse, Sean and Skippy. Sitting bitch for four hours was not fun, but I digress.
Tron's mom just about short of force fed us her delicious home cooked food. Ever have a four course breakfast? Up until this weekend I would have said no too, but I can't anymore. And Tron's brother has his own half of the house, i'm jealous. Their backyard is literally a mountain range with nothing but a single transmission tower sitting on the top, blinking it's one red light.
The rest of Vermont
Vermont is a beautiful state. The three feet of snow piled meticulously on the sides of ever sloshy streets seemed to be a common everyday sight. Drivers scurried on half frozen streets, tackling corners and twisties as if the roads were dry. Three feet long icicles reflected headlights, fighting for attention with the clear night above, a blanket of stars.
Snowy mountaintops line either side of hilly narrow streets. They seem to twist and turn forever, going uphill and downhill in a random fashion. A rather unsettling place to drive during snow times for a "flat lander" like me, but I can see how it could be a blast to drive in normal summertime weather.
Snowboarding and the Corvette Museum
Mount Okemo, home of the ski people. Yes, I just made that up, but it seems to be the place that everyone goes if they want to slide downhill with their feet. The mountain is huge, with enough different courses to appeal to both the extremist and the first timer. The bunny slope itself is twice (maybe thrice) as long as what i'm used to in the Poconos, which seem like hills compared to mountains in Vermont.
Ah, the Corvette Museum. Seems out of place amidst the trail blazing snow trucks and the suvs filled with ski equipment, but yea, they were there. Next to the 50's style diner lies the corvettes, at least one of each generation. Their tires still brand new, their paint glossy and shiny, their engines lookin so pretty that they almost hum as if they were on and idling. As you walk, you can go backwards in time, from C4's to C3's, all the way to the original 'vette that started it all. It was memorable to say the least.
A Short Conclusion
So ignoring the 7+ hours on the highway cramped between two sweaty white guys, Vermont was a wonderful state that was refreshing as it was relaxing. Not only did I get to see the clearest sky ever with the purest snow, I got to finally meet Tron's Mom.
That in itself was worth it all.
posted by Allen M @ 2/09/2004 02:48:00 PM
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