Orchestration

So it’s been 6ish years since I’ve gone snowboarding. Initially I thought it was only 4 or 5 years, but I don’t think I’ve gone in my 20s. In mid November Levi, Chris, Sarah, and I realized we’d all be in Colorado for Christmas. We made tentative plans about going snowboarding.

Each week leading up we’d check in with each other and make sure we were still game. Christmas day came, and at 5pm we finally made plans. Sarah had to bow out, but we were still set. I even brought my snowboard with me in faith.

6:42am I got a text from Levi that made me scramble out of bed. He and his pops were headed my way. A half hour later I climbed in the truck and we headed to pick up Chris.

Chris gave us a scare and told us he was iffy about going. Levi handed me the phone, and I sent Chris on a small guilt trip. He decided it would be a good thing to do, so a half hour later we picked him up in evergreen.

We parked in the free lot and took a packed bus to the crowded gondolas. At the top we purchased our tickets. Levi made a fuss about the discrepancy between online and box ticket prices. But there was no haggling to be had. We bit the bullet and headed to the chairlifts.

We rode up the mountain four across. I had no idea what to expect for my first run. I was just hoping to not fall coming off the lift. The first minute down was rough as I got my feel then I feathered down the mountain the rest of the way. Levi said I couldn’t do that anymore and Chris gave me the goal of riding on my inside edge comfortably.

By the third run I was getting it ish. Fourth run, Levi took off with his dad and Chris and I went down. I got a little too comfortable after doing some good turns, and I ate it. “Ate it” like my head pounded instantly, tailbone felt smashed, and elbow was tender. I laughed mostly in shock and the roughness of my fall while Chris went and got my goggles and hat that had flown off.

Heh.

The fall wouldn’t have been so bad of there had been any snow to speak of, but we were working with under three feet of snow that had been used and abused. So far the season has been nothing to speak of snow-wise. I finished off the run and still did another with the group. Then I announced that i was needing a break.

I chilled in the sun and worried about a sunburn on the tip of my nose for an hour ish. I eavesdropped on the Latin families speaking and laughing in Spanish. I learned nothing except that the kids were spoiled brats.

I met up with the fellas and joined them on the lift. I had no idea what I was in for. We went up a lift, to the left, down halfway, up another lift that went past the first and repeated 4 times. I was getting grumpy and frustrated with myself cause I was reverting back to old habits, and subsequently kept falling and then putting myself in pain.

Thanks to the guys’ patience I survived. And finished well. My last run back to the lodge it clicked and I was consistent. Thankfully my pride wasn’t bruised, maybe the only thing that’s not bruised on me. 

Perhaps I suffered some embarrassment, but I provided a lot of comic relief for Chris, and Levi was finally able to get back at me for all my teasing of him. Such a good time. I left smiling and to me that’s priority.

Hail hail the word became flesh.
The babe, the son of Mary.

it’s not often i cry in movies. in fact, it’s exceptionally rare. i do remember crying while watching 2012, but that was a while ago now.

i just watched “the help.” totally teared up. then i got annoyed, because everyone told me to read the book, and i didn’t but i wish i had.