Over the long weekend, H1 and I went away to Killington with a couple of friends, so the men could compete in the three day Killington Stage Race, and the women could welcome summer with a bit of sunbathing, hiking, and cheering our loved ones on.
That was the idea, anyway. The men fulfilled their part of the deal; they both raced every day, and they both did phenomenally, especially considering the challenging conditions. The women, however, did not, due to those same challenging conditions.
You see, Killington, Vermont, is a ski town. Like most ski towns, it's really quite pricey in winter, and a total bargain in summer. However, if you get lucky, the weather will cooperate and give you winter conditions at summer prices – as it did for us. No sunbathing happened, because instead of sun, we were the surprised recipients of vast quantities of rain, snow, and freezing temperatures. We didn't go hiking either. We DID cheer H1 and J on, because, well, it was the least we could do. While we relaxed inside, gossiping, drinking hot drinks and red wine, and reading, they went out into the rain and snow and freezing temperatures and raced. They're awesome. Insane, obviously, but totally awesome.
It wasn't the summery weekend we were expecting, but it was gorgeous nonetheless. Vermont is known for its Green Mountains, and it really is the most ridiculously beautiful, lush place – even when it's luring the snowboarders out in May*. We mostly kept warm inside, except on the last day when the sun woke up and, realising it was running really late, panicked and did double-duty.
We fit in a short walk through the woods, admired the sparkling, clear water, cheered as the cyclists came tearing over the finish line, and then drove home, discussing our next holiday nearly the entire time. It's not going to be in Vermont – but not because of anything Vermont did or didn't do. Vermont is a fantastic place (especially if you don't hold the weather too closely to the seasons) and it's only five hours from NYC. Aren't we lucky?!
*Skiers don't have the madness levels required to head up the mountain when it's raining, snowing, and slushy all at once. Snowboarders clearly do, however.