At some point in your life, you are bound to find yourself in a situation that makes you think, "If I make one wrong move, it is game over, done, gone, period."

On Saturday, well above New England, strapped into my snowboard on the edge of a 50 degree slope, with rocks and hecklers below, it was this thought that dominated my tired brain. I am not ashamed to say, I was scared.

This is Tuckerman Ravine.

“When’s the last time some noise the car was making could be fixed with a 3-dollar bottle of fluid? This is awesome.”

I am merging onto the highway in Burlington, Vermont in our “new” 1999 Nissan Altima, which we’ve had for a couple of months, and talking to my girlfriend Natalie about the automotive miracle that has just occurred.

The view from the base lodge of Bolton. This is one of Vermont's remaining "family" mountain experiences. If you look closely, you can see the hip that I over shot to flat. There was such an impact upon landing that the lift shut down for the rest of the day. Sorry skiers and riders. For those wondering, the replaced ACL held strong on the flattest highest landing to date. Yeah for surgery.