This event deserved a blog of its own. Last night,
Sarahbelle and I ventured out to
Appalachian ski mountain where I officially deemed myself a snowboarder. It all started on the bunny slope, well actually there was not much of a slope at all,
haha. It was more of a flat run and was way to short for me to figure out how to maneuver my snowboard. By the time I got it, I was at the bottom hoping I wasn't going to wipe anyone out! Then it was back on the long standing ski lift to the top, only to go back down in .8 seconds. I did this for about an hour, the last half barely falling at all.
I will take this moment to brag on myself. "They" say that snowboarding is one of those things where the first time is pretty much an all you can eat snow buffet and butt meets snow festivities. Many people give up and revert back to what they know(skiing,which I also love), understandably so. I did not and take much delight in proving "they" wrong. :)
So after the hour of me going down the bunny slope without an actual slope, I told
Sarahbelle I wanted to go to the next one up with her...it was no fun being apart from her and would make for some good laughs either way(as she could easily blaze past me on her skis). I had learned enough to know what to do to "steer" my board(although I was far from perfecting it at accumulating speeds...scary) and I was sick of waiting forever for a few seconds of doing the same thing over. After I rebuked
Sarahbelle questioning me a couple of times asking if I really wanted to and suggesting I go down 1 more time, we were off to the next slope. I thought it was the next slope but we actually bypassed the next slope and went straight to #3. Yea, I'm all that and a stack of pancakes. I had a blast, fell a couple of times but was sold and learned how to control what I did :). After a few falls and the scare of a possible broken wrist, my
adrenalin was out of control and we continued,
despite the pain and for the most part, fall free. What a blast I had...can't wait for next season.