Somewhere along the way, I started ditching the typical warm-weather winter getaway.
Instead of heading out on dive trips to the Carribean or sneaking south to soak up some sun, I started doing the exact opposite. I started booking trips during the winter here to go somewhere with well, more winter. Useful winter if you ask me.
Because one thing you need to know is this: winter in Connecticut is not useful. No mountains to ski or snow to play in. Just some often bitter cold wet windy weather that makes playing outsider harder, not better. So instead of heading south to the warmth, I started heading northwest towards the copious amount of white fluffy powder.