So I finally find a place where I fit in and I suck at it. I was born to be a snowboarder. Put me in some baggy snow pants and a bright knit hat (that's a toboggan for you southerners) and I'm the man. Chicks are checking me out (sure they were probably twelve) and the girl at the check in counter is winking at me (if only you didn't actually have to snowboard). After the lesson the lift for the bunny slope broke down so Scott and I tried a green slope that the instructor said we could probably do (yeah right).
After biting it a good dozen times and maybe giving myself a concussion, I made it to the bottom. Then I got to go get some lunch. After lunch and a nap, I got talked into doing another green slope that was right out our back door (man I'm stupid). It was narrow at the top which meant no weaving back and forth, which meant lots of speed, which meant lots of falling. I came whipping around this one corner and there was a little girl who had wiped out right in my path.
I realized that I would crush her if I hit her (she was maybe 6) I tried to swerve. Instead I launched myself into the death spiral. I crashed and rolled off the side of the trail and into the trees. No broken bones but I managed to dislocate my finger. I was able to put it back in myself. Because falling down and catching myself with my hands was my primary method of stopping, I had to walk the rest of the way down the mountain to get the lift back to the room.
I did find a snow sport that I am good at though. Nobody can beat me down the hill on an inner tube skeleton style. There's a little upslope with baggies at the top to slow you down at the end of the run. Most people are struggling to hit the baggy, I managed to go over it and down the backside of the hill (thank goodness for that snow fence). I figure it can be an exhibition event in 2006 and an official event in 2010. I'll be a little old at 34 but I should still be able to compete. Or at least maybe I could be the women's team coach (oh yeah).