LindenwoodJen's Blog

Last night I went snowboarding at Hidden Valley all decked out in my gear I got for Christmas.  I have done some snowboarding before but that was about three years ago, so even if I looked like a fool falling all over the place, at least I would be stylin’ while I did it. 

Much to my surprise I hit the slopes like a pro.  I think I’m a natural…not to say I never fell.  I woke up this morning with an army of bruises invading my knees.  It was a blast – I could do it every day.  I could do without the aftermath of aches and pains that encompass the entire body.

There were a couple of events that made the night kind of interesting.  After me and my posse conquered the bunny slopes we decided to tackle the biggest, baddest, steepest (scariest) mother of all mountains.  As we rode the ski lift we laughed at the people tumbling down the hill, not knowing that that would be us in only a matter of minutes. 

Our demise began as we attempted to get off of the lift.  We strategically positioned ourselves to glide off the lift but instead of masterfully boarding down the little hill we just fell.  On top of each other.  Really hard.  But we didn’t feel as bad after we saw the people on the chair after us do the exact same thing.

So there we were standing on top of the mountain planning our route.  Then we took the plunge.  Down the mountain we went.  Scooting down on our behinds, inch by inch.  Just so we could get the feel, you know, become one with the mountain.  Once we worked up the courage we finally stood up and began boarding down the mountain, quite successfully I might add.

Then out of nowhere I’m blindsided by a kid who hits me from behind.  All I can say is oww.  Miraculously, neither of us had serious injuries and continued our journey down.  I made sure I stayed safely behind the tyke.  I eventually made it the bottom throwing some little tricks in here and there.  (To the pros my “tricks” probably look like child’s play.)

We were so stoked about our run we decided to do it again.  And again.  And again.  The final time we went up, the lift stopped and all of the lights in the park went out.  Of course we had to be at the point farthest above the ground.  Not being too fond of heights, I was not particularly excited about this.  We sat there for 5-10 minutes which felt more like five hours, but the lift finally started moving again.  The lights still weren’t on so we had to sit at the top of the mountain for a while. 

Once we got the go ahead from ski patrol we maneuvered ourselves down the dark mountain and made it down alive.  We then decided to call it a day and go in for some hot cocoa to warm our frozen extremities. 

It was so much fun despite any mishaps, and I can’t wait to do it all again next weekend!