Slushy shredding

I’ve got my glasses on and the snapback hat to follow. Just a hoodie and shorts under the snow pants. It’s springtime on the hill again, my favorite time of the year.

By now, it’s been a full year. Snowboards and skies have sufficiently dusted all the cobwebs off their steez.

Sure conditions get windy and wet, but either way it’s 50 degrees out and we’re on the hill. ItÕs time to shred on what feels like a Squishy from Apu’s Kwik-E-Mart.

WhatÕs better than feeling real nice cruising down the hill with no one around?

Yes, I know what everyone is thinking: Oh yeah, I’d rather ride on powder.Ó Well, ya know, so would I. But get over yourselves, it’s April. Take what you can, while you can. Also, this bright, shiny weather is optimal for goggle tans.

Spring skiing is an experience that everyone should enjoy. Consider this: zero crowds and a place to park at 10:30 a.m. that’s only a hop skip and a jump from the lift.

I advise spring skiiers to pack some snacks and munchies before a nice day of cruisin and chillin.

Hell, maybe even grill out. After all, students have these passes. LetÕs use them until grass is poking out, ya’ll.

Whether you’re living at Jib City, bonking, slapping and tapping everything in sight or heading over to Carve Town for some serious edge digging, these conditions have you covered.

But still, watch out for the occasional Joey (Gaper) and his buddy Chad, cause as fun as it is to carve in a bowl of slurpie, you’ll be sliding if you have to grab onto the E-Brake and avoid beginners.

ThereÕs coverage mostly everywhere. Those real tight tree lines are still up with some good snow. Wait another few days and it’ll be gone. Get out while you can.

So when you’re packing up the car, take that one last look toward the mountain and think to yourself, That was a great season.

Ski season isn’t just about the amount of snow measured, but also the mere thrill of being out on the mountain.

As students in Vermont, we are of the lucky few who get to harness the power of snow in this way.

I have only one thing to say when we get off the slopes: Thank you.