When Valentine’s Day weekend rolled around, Edward was still pretty bummed about Josephine running off with Eduardo. We felt so sorry for him, my husband and I invited him along on our President’s Day weekend trip to Killington, Vermont. I’ve never seen a knife so excited to ski.
We drove up from New York City on Saturday morning, and stopped by Marty’s Budget Ski Rental in Mendon on the way to the slopes.
Budget Ski Rental is the kind of place you stop in because of the word “budget” and the fact you are feeling cheap or poor. However, once you are there and realize how awesome Marty is, you swear you will never rent skis any place else. The service can’t be beat!
The temperatures in Vermont on President’s Day weekend were ridiculously low. The windchill was rumored to be negative 60! That didn’t stop us though, even though I have the thermal regulation of a snake. (So does Edward, for that matter.) No, we just put on everything we owned. I was wearing at least 8 or 10 layers, including a calf length down coat, which incidentally had a broken zipper. I had so many layers on, my buttons kept busting open.
The wind did a number on Edward’s moustache. (By the end of the day, he had icicles growing off the tips.)
At the end of day one, my husband and I ditched Edward for a romantic dinner for two. After all, it was Valentines Day. I won’t trouble you with the restaurant, because the places we wanted to go were booked. Where we ended up was cozy but just not that memorable.
The next morning we wanted coffee before we hit the slopes again. We were staying in Rutland, which is about twenty minutes from Killington. When we asked the concierge at the Days Inn if there was any place in Rutland where we could get a good coffee, he just laughed at us. However, he said there was a good place near Killington called “Liquid Art.”
True to its name, there was a lot of weird art on the walls when we got there.
Edward was particularly taken with the fish tank.
I was particularly taken with the coffee.
At the end of day two, we met up with some friends from grad school for dinner at a pub in Killington. They live in D.C. now. One of our friends is Chinese, and her parents were in town. They didn’t speak any English, so I was forced to break out my Mandarin. It was actually a lot of fun!
After dinner, we headed to a bed and breakfast in Norwich. On the way, we passed through Woodstock, which was a completely magical surprise. I made my husband stop the car in the middle of road so I could take some pictures of the snow sculpture festival. There wasn’t a soul around.
We stayed at the Norwich Inn, which was even better than we expected.
Edward was pretty stoked, especially after he found out they had their own brewery.
However, after a couple of drinks, he was trying to make new friends with the wall art, so we scurried him off to bed.
When we woke up the next morning, we noticed the icicles were out of control (like everything else in Vermont in February.)
Of course we needed coffee, so we thought we’d use that as an excuse to check out (very) nearby Dartmouth.
We weren’t that impressed with Dirt Cowboy Cafe, but the students seemed to be, or perhaps it was just proximity to campus.
Great, more ice!
Don’t ask me who that guy with a green sash and his hand in the air is; I have no idea. But if you want to see kids from Dartmouth being plunged into icy cold water attached to strings, I have just the video for you: 2015 Winter Carnival.