This weekend marked my first weekend snowboarding this year. EX-CIT-ING, can I tellya :) Original plan was to go up to South Lake Tahoe for some special deal Harvey's had going... but long and short is, it didn't happen. Instead, we ended up going for the weekend proper, and had a good ass time. :)
"We" is Beverly, the nifty new chick roomie at the house. Heavenly was the destination, and FUN was the plan. :) We did one day (yesterday) by ourselves, and one day with her friends that were coming up from San Diego, Theresa and Darren, a married couple.
Day 1: Bev was skiing, since that's what she had (VERY LITTLE) experience with. She stayed on the bunny hill. I took off up some runs by myself (I've apparently graduated to blue runs from the just-better-than-bunny-slope green runs). Best parts of the day? Getting FUCKING LOST on the mountain because of one turn that i knew I was supposed to make... ending up on the other side of the mountain (the "California" side), taking the lift to get back to where I was SUPPOSED to be, getting stuck on the lift for 10 minutes (and trying to make chit-chat with a couple of uber-straight guys)... Getting lost AGAIN and having to go up ANOTHER run (did I mention that at this point, the park is closing and I'm 30 minutes late for the gondola down to Heavenly Village?), finally getting down and finding that they kept the Gondola open for all the people that got stuck on that damn lift. *whew*. Dinner with friends, crash. That fast.
Day 2: Friends along this time, they give Bev some lessons, and she decides she's ready for the green run. Couple times down, she's doing pretty well and ready to move on. Awesome... :) We take her up the same basic trail that I got lost on yesterday (the "got lost" trail itself was actually easy)... and then take yet another turn that sends us (including her) down some moguls. She walked. Can't really blame her. Darren and I got in a TON of good trail time going down every which way. On a scale of 1-10, I'd say I'm at a definate 4... maybe a 5... I still fall, and have some things to learn, but I can definately hold my own, no questions asked, and control is generally good. Biggest exception? Trying to turn on to my heel to cut down some speed, not straighten out fast enough, and fall into a bank... straight on a barely covered rock. My ass is BRUISED. (and yes, I do seriously mean my ass. Everything else was just peachy fun.
This is SO much fun... I'm finally really enjoying a sport. Best part? I'm going up again next weekend. And prob for a few days between xmas and maybe I'll take C&G up on the offer to go to Salt Lake City... that would just ROCK. :)
...and last, I finally touched a Burton Vapor. Fucking awesome. Vapor + C60 bindings. Dream. Maybe next year, if I can't find some false justification this year ;)