Saturday, January 31, 2009

Somehow, the loss of an hour made all the difference

Ever since coming back from Utah, R and I have had a much easier time getting to bed at a reasonable hour. Thanks to this, it has also been much easier to get up for work. It has been nice, though I'm wondering how long it will last.

Anywho, the trip. It was great! Up on the mountain, it snowed the night we arrived, so the next morning we got to snowboard in pristine powder. It was the sort of snow people beg the weather gods for, and we just lucked into it. I've only been in powder once before, and our friend who came along had never been in powder, so we had to re-learn how to steer our boards. Nevertheless, it was amazing. We floated down the slopes all morning, going from powder patch to powder patch. It continued snowing up on the mountain throughout the weekend, so we had fluffy snow all weekend. My only bruise came from slipping in the lift line, when my foot shot out from under me and my knee hit my binding. It was, however, a mighty large bruise.

Our drive back home was a bit more exciting (nay, treacherous) than our drive to Utah. As per tradition, we wound up driving home in a snow storm. Fortunately, we reached the edge of the storm when we were leaving Utah and didn't have to deal with any closed overpasses.


Rachel said...

I'm in awe of anyone who can do that type of snow navigation. I can hardly walk, let alone glide.

Teacher Anonymous said...

It took me years to be competent on a snowboard. R describes my learning process as the longest and most painful out of all the people he's taught.