Put your boots on in August and walk around the yard.

Ride around the bullwheel, on purpose or not.

Transport your skis via public transportation—subway, bus, train. Rush hour gets you bonus points.

Call in sick on a powder day. Extra credit for using one of these excuses:

• "I fell asleep in the tanning booth and was seriously burned over 96 percent of my body. It's imperative that I remain naked." (This will explain your skier's tan.)
• "Okay, since you asked: It really hurts when I pee...."
• "I don't know what it is. The doctors are saying it's an airborne Ebola variant.... Yes, I'm sneezing. Should I come in anyway?"
• "The plate in my dog's head froze last night. Right now I'm holding him upside-down in lukewarm water with bendy straws in his nose so he can breathe."
• "My great aunt from Vermont just had a nervous breakdown and is picking off squirrels with a .357 Magnum. I've got to get up there; I'm the only one who can talk her down."

Every year, catch a flake from the first storm of the season on your tongue.

Flirt with a lift op. Get some.

Go to the Winter Olympics.

Get risqué in a gondola, preferably with someone else.

Donate clothing, equipment, money, or your time to a ski program for disadvantaged youth.

Pack 10 people into a one-bedroom condo.

Sleep in your car in a ski-area parking lot.

Scam a lift ticket.

Watch ski flicks in July.

Carpool: friends, tunes, less emissions, someone to keep you awake on the ride home. Win all around.