After making the right, there was snow everywhere, and it was still snowing. My bald tires did not grip the road, so again I was driving slowly so I wouldn't slide off the road. I had to pull over several times because everyone else must have either been well equipped for the snowy road, or had a death wish. I was so tired, I just wanted to be there already. "Now what, Flake?" I asked. She started to look up and to the left, I asked her what she was looking for, and she told me a chalet. "A chalet?" I asked. I figured there had to be more than one chalet by Mount Snow. Flake told me to go up a road that was like a cul-de-sac, but when I say "up," I mean UP. There were four houses up there, and I just hoped one of them was "the chalet."
I made the left turn to up the hill and apparently didn't give it enough gas. All of a sudden we started to slide back down the hill!! The only thing I could do was steer into the snow on the side to keep us from sliding back onto the highway. Now I was getting flack from the both of them because I "got" stuck! So, with great joy, I told them they would have to get out and push the car. They got out and started to push the car, and I gunned it and made it up the hill, but the tires spun, and got them full of salt and snow. Needless to say, I had to hear about that, too.
They got back in the car and Flake was looking at the houses. Finally, she said, "I think this is the one." I told her to go to the door and make sure. As I pulled up to the house, the car slid sideways into a nice parking spot. It was a miracle!! It was the right house.
The two of them were well rested but I went into the house, sat on the couch, and promptly fell sound asleep and didn't wake up until the morning.
Saturday was a lot of fun, of course we didn't ski, but we knew how to "party." We went out to go to a local bar for "happy hour" and that's when I noticed the dent in my car. Apparently the mail man hit my car and neglected to mention it.
After happy hour, we went back to the chalet and had dinner. Then we started to party! I was so wasted that I began to entertain the troops with Corny magic tricks and balancing a beer bottle on my knee. I had been totally quiet until then. Mike gave us nicknames, "Snow Flake," and Helen was "Snow Drift." I asked what mine was, and Mike said, "you? You're blizzard!!!"
To this day Flake has not lived down "go to Vermont and make a right" and that was almost 30 years ago!
This post is dedicated to the memory of "Helen" who has since passed away.
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