Where I'm from, snowboarding and skiing weren't chief pursuits. Growing up, my boys and I played football in the streets or pickup basketball wherever we could find a hoop--neither of which required an exorbitant lift-ticket fee. But now and again, when money was good, we'd skip school, leave Philly and make the short two-hour drive to the mountains. We made a day of it--grabbed hoagies for lunch and snack food for the car. The outings were more about the adventure (and the beer), though, than they were about carving it up. And if we made it through the day without one of us suffering an injury or finding someone fall-down drunk at the lodge bar, we... More >>>