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Last Saturday I went snowboarding for the first time this season. Needless to say I remembered the bare basics. I had gotten estrellazorra lessons and a lift ticket for her birthday, and she was quite excited to go. I also went with Tavis and Dima, who had planned the trip. Tavis and I were slightly experienced, in that we could go down a blue trail and not die, but probably crash quite a bit. Steph had one lesson under her belt, and didn't even know how to turn. Dima boarded double black diamonds. So Dima decided it would be a good idea to take us up what he called an "easy" blue trail. As we're all on the lift up, Dima decides to explain how to get off the ramp at the top, which is quite a bit harder than most. We get to the top, all manage to magically not kill each other, and get off in a somewhat orderly fashion. Dima took off down the trail, telling us to meet him around the bend. Tavis and I wobbled our way down. Tavis made it to Dima and I stopped halfway, as I noticed Steph was sliding off the trail, since she DID NOT KNOW HOW TO TURN. I decided to wait where I was for Steph to make it down. What I did not realize in being in that bend, I was right at the intersection of another, much faster trail. All I remember is Tavis yelling up the hill, "Lookout!". I looked up the hill, and much to my chagrin I saw a skier barreling down the mountain right at me. I frantically began to inch out of the way, since I didn't have enough time to get up and board away. And a second later the skier had clipped the edge of my board, and was launched into the air. He flew at least 20 feet, skies and poles flying everywhere and narrowly missed hitting the tree line. On the one hand I was very glad he had not hit me head on, on the other hand, I thought I had just killed someone. Fortunately he was more or less unharmed, got up and skied away. In the mean time, Steph had taken off her board and stomped her way down to us. She threw the board on the snow, and of course it took off down the mountain. So Dima took off after it, and eventually caught it half way down. He planted the board in the snow and took off as we walked down to retrieve it. To salvage this disastrous run, I rode the board down like a sled after retrieving it, and we then went on to spend time on the green trails, and had a wonderful time. The End.
Lessons I have learned are to never ever listen to a Russian, as they are a tricksy and evil people. The second lesson I learned was not to send a person with only one lesson down a trail with the words, just learn as you go. Thirdly, after a hard day of boarding you will be a little sore. The next day as you roll out of bed and you will curse the gods for inventing a sport that renders you incapable of moving without pain everywhere. But it was an awesome day and the pain has now faded. It was completely worth it, and I can't wait to go again!
Lessons I have learned are to never ever listen to a Russian, as they are a tricksy and evil people. The second lesson I learned was not to send a person with only one lesson down a trail with the words, just learn as you go. Thirdly, after a hard day of boarding you will be a little sore. The next day as you roll out of bed and you will curse the gods for inventing a sport that renders you incapable of moving without pain everywhere. But it was an awesome day and the pain has now faded. It was completely worth it, and I can't wait to go again!