When driving back from snowboarding last year, I could feel myself on the mountain, doing s-turns back and forth. It was more than just a visual sensation, I could feel the snow beneath me, catching the edge of my board and turning me in the other direction. I wanted to keep going, even while driving that long drive down I-70.
I was a bit worried when it came to starting up again this year. Even though the sensation never left, when we started last year, we spent a good majority of the day just learning the basics. So when we got to the bottom of the mountain on the first day, I didn't know what to expect.
We all strapped in and took off for the lift. No big deal, I remembered it all. From the moment we got off the lift we were ready.
We went everywhere on the first day. In fact, each of us said (as we laid on our beds after returning, that we did more snowboarding that day than we did any day last year. The smaller number of people helped, apparently.
I had to return my brand new jacket that evening, too... the zipper was busted. Luckily, it had a second zipper in the lining, so I wasn't too cold that day.
If there's a day so far that I could forget, it's day two. I left the slopes early because I had finally developed the phlegm-breaking cough that my doctor said I would get towards the end of my cold. Well, I was sooooo happy that she was right, a fire-igniting cough that explodes in my chest isn't the best feeling in the world.
Once the boys got back, we decided to head down to the hot tub and relax a bit. We won't be making any more trips to the tub since I think most of us had small clumps of other people's hair stuck to us when we got out. Also, half the jets didn't work and our shower is hotter than that disease-infested mini-pool. Blech.
If there were ever a day that you wish you could re-live over and over and over when snowboarding, today was that day. We woke up and noticed it was snowing outside. And now, as I type this, nearly an hour after we returned from the mountain, it's still snowing. That's right, we overheard someone say nine (9) inches!!!
Snowboarding in powder all day is insanely great. You rarely have to dig your edge in to make turns, but you do have to be careful not to completely relax in the deep stuff, or you will flip pretty fast.
It got a little hard to see on the mountain, and at one point the facial hair on all three of us was kinda frozen (not to mention the hairs in my nose). Brrrrrrr.
More to come later...