Yes, it was extremely cold at this weekend. No, I didn’t let that stop me from going snowboarding. Yes, this was the first time I was able to go this season.
You see, snowboarding is still technically something new to me. I only started a little less than 10 years ago. I spent my first three times bascially crying as I was told to climb the bunny hill and then attempt to stand up and slowly “falling leaf” my way down the hill.
I learned the beauty of a helmet, quickly, especially one that fits me. And when I was brought to the top of Killington for the first time with the instructions to get myself down, I was more than grateful that I had people who were exceptionally patient with me at the mountain that day.
I’m not one of those people who has a seasons pass. I don’t have enough time to get to any mountain enough to make it worth it. Which is probably why it was ok that we ended up at Gunstock on Saturday. It was closer than Loon, which is were I usually go, so if it was too cold and we had to leave, I didn’t feel like we had to travel that far to get home.
So we packed up – with more layers than you can imagine – and headed to Gunstock. I think Becky had four pairs of socks with her, and with a weather report telling us all week it had been almost zero, she wasn’t completely crazy for doing so.
Turns out, though, that it was much warmer than we expected. Still cold, though. I almost never wear anything that covers my mouth and if you look at the picture in this post, you’ll quickly see I was almost indistinguishable with my black felt warmer. Couldn’t tell me from a Yeti wearing a Smith helmet.
Pleasantly pleased though. We lost count of how many runs we got in, took the Panorama most of the time, sliding up the Tiger Triple at one point when we were too lazy to skate over after going down Tiger. Plus, even though the line grew and dwindled all day, we barely ran into any crowds on the trails.
So, who wants to go snowboarding? I’m itching to go again soon!