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This weekend was awesome. I went to Middlebury, a little mountain owned by Middlebury College in Vermont. I would gatekeep for the skiiers for an hour or so in the morning, and then go off and work on my carving on the greens. I improved a lot - I can basically carve now, although it is a bit choppy/faltering at times. I have never seen this much powder on the East Coast ever. Long, winding powdery trails through the forest, no one around, just me, my board, and peacefulness. I love snowboarding. It makes me so happy. I realized this weekend that I'm probably going to live in California or New England, since both are places I like close enough to good snow. I have to have that snow. I want to put my kid in ski/board school at age 4. It will be great.
The people on the trip were cool to hang out with. There were the typical college shenanigans; there were multiple teams staying in the same place, and they wanted to hurt their competitors' chances by making sure they had hangovers. Funny. The motel was painted to look like an italian villa but really just looked like what it was, a cheap motel which only had smoking rooms and so the owners sprayed the place heavily before we got there, and the rooms smelled like stale chemical flowers.
Man, snowboarding. I can't believe I've been doing it for six years. I learn very slowly - six years and I'm just finishing up learning the basics of carving. I am no athlete. That is something I could never do. I gave up on sports because I just learned so much slower than everyone else, and other kids didn't like that I held up the team. One of the guys on the trip - he was once one of those 2 year olds on skis - could do double blacks after only boarding eight times. I will be at that level eight years after I first strapped on a board, the monday morning when I skipped school and my Dad and I went up to Blue Knob. Don't get me wrong - I am not bitter. I don't mind learning slowly, as long as I eventually learn.
The people on the trip were cool to hang out with. There were the typical college shenanigans; there were multiple teams staying in the same place, and they wanted to hurt their competitors' chances by making sure they had hangovers. Funny. The motel was painted to look like an italian villa but really just looked like what it was, a cheap motel which only had smoking rooms and so the owners sprayed the place heavily before we got there, and the rooms smelled like stale chemical flowers.
Man, snowboarding. I can't believe I've been doing it for six years. I learn very slowly - six years and I'm just finishing up learning the basics of carving. I am no athlete. That is something I could never do. I gave up on sports because I just learned so much slower than everyone else, and other kids didn't like that I held up the team. One of the guys on the trip - he was once one of those 2 year olds on skis - could do double blacks after only boarding eight times. I will be at that level eight years after I first strapped on a board, the monday morning when I skipped school and my Dad and I went up to Blue Knob. Don't get me wrong - I am not bitter. I don't mind learning slowly, as long as I eventually learn.