I was a sophomore in college at Frostburg State University. There were four of us that decided that we wanted to go to one of the better mountains on the east coast for a skiing trip for spring break. Lee was the one who knew the resorts the best, and over the next two weeks we would travel to Stowe, Killington, and a few other smaller venues along the way. Lee made the plans, we packed the “Laurie”!

We had planned our outing around the Winter Games Expo at Stowe. It was primarily a snowboarding event, but there was extreme skiing events as well on tap for the weekend. Jason and I skied and Lee and Carson took their snowboards. We had also planned to find us some “snow bunnies” that week, as they would surely be out; and at the time, we were all eligible bachelors.

We rented a small lodge with four beds so that we would all have a comfortable place to lay down our “big” heads after long days of cold weather and “boozing” by the fire. We would eat at some fast food joints and have good dinners in the evening so as to lower our “blood alcohol levels”.

When we arrived on Friday afternoon, the slopes were already buzzing. We had traveled mainly up I-95 thru blustery winds and combed back snow banks along the interstate. We were ready to conquer the mountains at Killington; our first stop, at a moment’s notice. Jason did most of the driving in his Volkswagen Rabbit. It was an economical car of sorts, but none of us were comfortable for the eight-plus hour drive up thru Pennsylvania and Connecticut en route to Vermont. It would be the first time that I visited a resort of this magnitude.

After a few minutes of donning our attire, we hit the slopes. After a few runs, we decided to pack it in for day one, and go searching for a steak and later on the ladies. It would not take long, and we would; luckily, each find a partner for the weekend. Mine was a fiery redhead from Boston College. It was the first time that she had visited such a resort as well. Samantha immediately caught my eye. With her curly hair, blue eyes and fiery personality, I surmised we could definitely have a good “run”; both on the slopes and off for the weekend.