I’ll be your driver…

Yep, it’s that time of year. So, starting tomorrow and going straight through to New Year’s Day, Moike (that’s me) will be your sleigh driver. If, that is, you find yourself in Stowe, Vermont, staying at an overly-priced ski resort and willing to shell out gobs of money for things like…well…sleigh rides.

So the blog updates will be sparse until after the new year. But, like last year, I will be keeping good notes, getting into character, and spinning all kinds of yarns with my well-healed riders.

Hey, it helps pass the time and steer clear of the same-old, same-old questions: How old are the horses? What are the horses’ names? Where do you eat? Well, that’s interesting, kid, but let me tell you about the time we were stuck deep in the woods and had to slice one open and eat it just to stay alive…

Oh wait, wrong story. I’m just trying to rinse my snark out.

It’ll be a jolly time (for my wallet – oops, I guess I didn’t rinse well). And, like always, there will be marriage proposals (between the riders, not for me), bratty kids who refuse to take their eyes off their hand-held video devises, bragging rich guys who seem to think I can understand paying $5,500 a night at The Spruce Peak, and – oh yes – some very nice folks who seem to understand the scenario.

Oh yeah, the name of the operation is Gentle Giants. Look it up and come visit if you can. And demand that “Colby” be your driver. But don’t forget the tip…