When Saturday rolls around, its time to become the ski shuttle. So today I have five kids stuffed in the truck with all their gear. This year I sprung for the mountain mall parking pass which gets you rock star level access. I am haunted by the years of parking a mile away from the various east coast ski lodges, trudging through slushy or icy pot-hole filled lots. I am so scarred by the memory of those treks that I swore, one day, so help me God, I will never park far away, again!