by Mike BAron
Submitted on Oct 09, 2012 / 777 views
Amy at the top of Green Beret.
Two years ago, my girlfriend, Amy (pictured), and I ventured to Jay Peak in search of the East's best snow. And honestly, some time alone as a couple who loves to ski.
We choose Jay because she had been there before, and I needed to confirm that it was indeed Vermont's best ski resort. Any way, it wasn't long after arriving that I spotted an imposing wooden fence atop Green Beret. And while I'm sure the signage read something like, "Skiers, proceed with caution", I simply read it as "Come on in!" And that's what I did. Amy, however, took her time meandering around the fence and peering off the first drop. This would a good time to tell you all that Amy is the best female skier I ever skiied with. She grew up in Germany, so the Alps were her playgroud. However, something inside of her made her hestitate for a moment. So I did, what any loving boyfriend would do: dropped in first. She watched as I popped off the top, bouncing through my turn. Apparently, I must have made it look pretty easy because a minute later, she dropped in with all the style and grace of Ingrid or Izzy, arriving next to me only seconds later—only to declare, "We need to do that again!" And we did.
For the rest of the day, we lapped Green Beret.