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You knew you were going to be ditched. You just knew it.

You’re sitting in a crowded car, heading up the mountain when it slowly dawns on you. Despite all reassurances to the contrary, the minute your car reaches the ski lodge, you, my non-snowboarding friend, are going to be ditched.

And ditched hard.

And who are you? You? You are the lone friend of the group who doesn’t snowboard. Admit it, you may not even ski. So why are you here? Why did you suffer through end of week traffic, in an overcrowded car, holding someone else’s boots on your lap for six hours? Because your best friends are hitting the slopes and they talked you into coming with them.

So now what? You get to the condo, everyone unpacks and heads out to the slopes leaving you behind with vague promises of “when we get back, we are going to rage!” Hmm, rage. You’ll show them rage.

You, my friend, you are me. And I am…. the Lodge Potato.

I am the Lodge Potato. I am your sister, your brother, your boyfriend, your girlfriend, your best friend. I am the one who will be filling you in on all the cool things to eat, drink and do in various resort towns while your friends are out slipping and sliding down the hill in all their bundled up glory. In a tribute to my friends, my first post will probably be along the lines of “drinks and snacks you should have ready for your cold and hungry friends” because, let’s face it, every great snowboarding trip includes a little debauchery.

Have tips for me? Send them my way! I have all day long to check things out while my friends are suffering frostbitten fingers and wind burned cheeks. See ya soon!