heavy weather

Not to be outdone by a day of rain, nature decided to send a noreaster my way Friday night.

Earlier that day I took my snowboard to Sunday River and went riding during the day. I scored a lift ticket for $10; two guys were selling them out front, and for once I wasn't suckered into buying something useless. Ahh, snowboarding on the east coast. I forgot how the conditions are, umm, somewhat more challenging than in the west. Still, I managed to ride for a couple of hours and end on a good note (i.e., not falling on my ass and breaking something on the ice).

Afterwards, I drove back during the noreaster, which was just snowing heavily at that time. I caught up to it about 20 miles outside Portland, so it could have been much worse. One thing though: people drive like maniacs here in the snow and I'm surprised I didn't see any wrecks. I was cut off twice by people who would rather squeeze in between me and the car in front of me than wait to get in behind me, where no one else was.

Then I had a quiet night in with Kim and her housemates, during which time the freezing rain started. It wasn't looking good for me for driving to Boston the next morning for St. Patrick's Day. But the rain was unfrozen the next morning. We dug out our cars and I hit the road. Thanks for pushing my car out of the snow, Kim and Jean (yes, it's as strange as it sounds, but they insisted on pushing while I sat behind the wheel, keeping my thin-blooded carcass out of the way)!