Snowboarding
Set off on the three- to four-hour-long journey to the slopes around 6:30 a.m. As we were one mile away from the Kirkwood resort, I broke to a dead stop. That is because a “dynamite spill” occurred.* What does that even mean? How could you do this to us?! Disappointed, we drove an hour back towards the closest resort, Northstar.
The three of us, Ellen, Norris, and myself, hit the first slope. We were separated near the end but I recall hearing a, “Let’s meet at the bottom of the hill.” I stood there for fifteen minutes. Nothing. Perhaps they already went back up? I ride the lifts back up and wait for ten minutes. Long story short, it took me an hour, a long waddle to the car, and five hundred phone calls to reunite.
The day ended well, though. Though I endured some monumental falls, including one where I got clipped by a skiier, and one where I caught an edge with my snowboard and flipped, knocking the wind out of myself, screaming, “Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuufffffffhhhhhhhhhhhhhhchhhh!!!!”
Oh, the day also ended with the miraculously speedy 3-hour car ride back home (I may or may not have been speeding) *and* delicious La Bamba.
*Upon hearing this, I thought of the Curb Your Enthusiasm episode when the weather man predicts thunderstorms and torrential rain to keep other golfers from going to the golf course.