Because We Care

Most of White Inches’ community service is court-ordered and involves an orange jumpsuit, trash bags and the BQE. But recently, in a rare display of altruism, we decided to give a little something back to the community by serving as chaperones for an 8^th grade ski trip. For the students, it was an opportunity to benefit from our life’s wisdom, socio-political insights and, of course, our vast knowledge of skiing technique. For us, it was a free day on the hill.

Our destination was the frozen tundra of Windham Mountain. And despite the enormity of the resort and its myriad challenges (chutes, cornices, tree wells, mogul fields, etc.) we are happy to report that all of our charges emerged unscathed. The snow condition forecast - morning ice with a chance of afternoon slush - proved accurate, so we spent most of the day dragging the kids around looking for decent turns. The snow gods rewarded our efforts when we made our way over to Wolverine and found a powder field of untracked, ankle-deep, man-made freshies. Of course, we spent the rest of the day there soaking up calf shots until it was time to pack the kids back onto the bus and retire to the Chateau for beer and jerky.

Two noteworthy tidbits from an enjoyable-but-otherwise-uneventful day: (1) Much to Schlüz’ chagrin, and Güzo’s delight, all of the kids in the advanced group were two-plankers. Maybe all of the knuckle draggers are new school and chose to spend their time in the pipe or the terrain park. Or maybe they were just intimidated by the Windham steeps. (2) The girls VASTLY outclassed the boys. Fellas, we suggest you take off your skirts and step up your game before next season.