22 Jan Snowboarding, the Rockies, and a crash
For those of you who don’t know, Sarah and I are not professional snowboarders, in fact it is quite the opposite, unless you count a week 6 years ago we have nary given it a thought throughout our travels. BUT! For some reason when our current amazing house sit in the Colorado Rocky mountains came up, we were like “Hell yeah, lets go become professional snowboarders”.
Fast forward a few months and our first day on the mountain proper, and I was really feeling like I had this shit down. Even when a lift operator told me that my snowboard was an antique and I should see if I could get some cash by selling it to a collector, I thought “Pish Posh, a good craftsman never blames his tools”, and hit the slopes with gusto.
To be fair to myself I picked it up really quickly and was flying down the mountain before my crash and burn. And when I did crash I was going pretty damn slow, and in powder! I think the nose of my board got stuck, I went over the top and my feet tried to stay where they were. Crash…
I then had to snowboard dow to the chairlift, go up the chairlift and get to the station where the first aid guys who were super (thanks dude I forgot your name!), strapped me to a coffin on wheels and took me back down to get patched up, aside from a blast of ice in the face, it was kinda fun.
Fast forward again, just over a week this time (it’s like we be time traveling up in hiah!) and the swelling has gone down, the bruises are fading, and I can walk on my tip toes, so pretty much ready to go again. We have season passes, and I have always wanted to be good at snowboarding, so I will get er dun.
As a quick side note, our house sit up in the rockies is incredible. Views like you wouldn’t believe, amazing owners, a rustic log cabin straight out of Mills and Boon, and a kitty alarm clock who comes into the room every morning at six meeoowing for breakfast. She even has a snooze function wherein if I ignore here she will go away and come back every ten minutes.
Hanging out with my mate the mountain goat. The owners are avid hunters and I have been eating the best game meat in the world!
Be vewy vewy quiet, I’m hunting stuffed animals…
Yellow Tail, and my alarm clock…
(PS, all these photos were taken with my awesome new phone. I love her so much it hurts some times…)
This is the last stop on our American road trip, and it is an absolute doozy. This country has been a lot of fun and I have learned a lot (like why you all love football so much), as well as seen a lot (like bears, Buffalo Bills grave and the largest servings of food in the world!).
I am looking forward to putting together a video of our time here and want to give a shout out to all the cool people we have met. I think I have done more socializing in the last four months than in the rest of my adult life.
thanks for having us America, you got er dun…