Saturday, a group of volunteers went skiing at our local ski resort. I really wasn't sure what to expect: rusty brokendown ski lifts? pure ice trails? snow lepards blocking the trail? anything was possible.
we drove up the long winding access road while the snow came down. coming up to the lodge, i got this knot in my stomache. everything here has been SO different, would snowboarding be a whole different sport too?
Taking my first few turns in 6 inches of powder, i breathed a huge sigh of relief. then i gave a big wohoo! and discovered the mountain. this was the first time where i completely forgot where i was, it was just me on my snowboard with great fresh snow. it doesn't get much better than that.
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