Surprisingly, I went snowboarding for the second time on Saturday.
The first time I tried the sport it was not a good experience. I was in college about four years ago and I was working on an assignment: work with a writer and shoot photos of a subculture. The topic was snowboarders for my group so a trip to Winter Park was in order. I was catching a cold and since the other students I went with loved snowboarding they decided that during the one day of free time we had, they would be hitting the slopes. There was a free buddy pass and all the gear I could borrow in it for me so I decided to go too and give it a try. All of a sudden I was all suited up at the bottom of the hill with my friend who gave me a ten minute snowboarding lesson. Then we were up on the lift.
Something didn't feel right, I had no idea what I was doing but there we were, getting cranked up to the top of the hill. After we landed at the top of a green (easiest slope), it was time to use all the skills I learned in ten minutes to go down the mountain. It took me about two hours of falling. Constantly. Down the hill. My method was just to go as fast as I could, like I would on a skateboard, ride low and then bite it. Wipe out on purpose. It was far from awesome.
So friends of ours invited Raul and I to go to Winter Park this past weekend. To snowboard while they skiied. I wanted to try snowboarding again but I was a little apprehensive. We took our friends up on their offer and I signed up for an all day class. I didn't care if I was surrounded by three year olds, I was going to take a class. I'm much better with real instruction and structure. Sometimes you just need a certified teacher.
Now we are back home and I have to say I loved it. I did fall but probably 20 times as opposed to over 100 times when I tried before. I know how to control the board and how to put my bindings on while standing up. Such a nice mini-vacation up in the mountains and I'll do it again.
Can't. Stop. Checking out snowboards. *drool*
more pics in my flickr set.