My name is Greg and I am a Vermontaholic. This is my story.
As with so many other Vermontaholics, my addiction started in childhood.
They say that parents should keep their kids away from the hard stuff, and that was certainly true in my case. I’m one of many for whom, at a tragically young age, the gateway drug was skiing.
I could handle it OK when my parents took me skiing near home in central New York State. Even in the Adirondacks at Whiteface and Big Tupper, I didn’t get addicted.