Saturday Jan 24th 2004
- ASC Learn to Snowboard Day (Paul Moos)
Lot's of noncommittal maybe's
and several bails occurred, nevertheless, three stoked
snowboarders - Chris S,
Peggy S. and Paul Moos - met up at a dark snowy Park and Ride on
I-70. I joined Chris
and Peggy in Chris's Subaru and Chris set out westward on 70 at high
speed through hub deep snow
and slush. As the car hydroplaned and slid around the road, I
reached for my seatbelt...none
to be found. Chris says "last time I crashed in the snow,
people in the back weren't
wearing seat belts and they survived, c'mon, what's wrong with
you..."
We arrived at Whitetail nice
and early and I got through the ticket and rental business in a
flash. I walked up
and slid down the hill a couple of times (landing on my ass more than a
couple of times) and then
went to meet Chris and Peggy. We went right to the bunny hill for
a
couple of runs before my
10am lesson. Chris gave me a few pointers that lessened my ass time
substantially.
After seeing my boarding,
Chris convinced me I should take a "level 2" lesson rather than a
"first timer" lesson.
Good advice. Instead of taking a lesson with eighteen 10 year old
boy
scouts, I got a wonderful
three person lesson - me and two ten year old boy scouts. Our
instructor gave us lot's
of individual attention, and things to work on, and after a couple of
runs on the bunny hill,
swooped us off to the bigger hill for several runs. At the end of
the
lesson., I was linking turns
consistently, actually feeling in control, and spending much less
time on my ass. Whoo-hoo!
I was snowboarding! If you go to Whitetail on a Saturday for a
lesson - ask for Alison!
Had lunch with Chris and
Peggy, and the three of us boarded together most of the afternoon.
The snow was excellent (for
mid-Atlanuic skiing) with a substantial coat of fresh natural and
man-made snow covering most
of the underlying concrete hard base. After several runs on the
bigger than bunny hill,
Chris reluctantly agreed to go to the top of the mountain and ride
some "blue" trails, and
after we survived the first go-round from the top, he was game for
several more (Peggy declined).
Heavy-legged and more bruised than before, we returned to the
easier slopes for the rest
of the afternoon.
About 4pm, Chris quit for
the day, but Peggy and I were still feeling stoked and took a couple
more runs. Getting
off the chair had been particularly challenging for me and for just about
everyone else on this particular
chairlift. There was a huge patch of slick blue water ice
just as you got off the
chair - the resort had stationed ski patrol folk to pull the twisted
and dented bodies out of
the way as each successive chair arrived and added to the carnage.
(None of these experienced
"mountain men" seemed to think it might have been a good idea to
pick up the shovel that
was sitting there and toss some snow over the ice patch). Anyways,
during one get-off, Peggy
and I tangled and we both went down hard on the ice - ouch! I am
sure that is were the technicolor
bruise on my butt originated. For those of strong stomach
or those who are big fans
of "UGLY" (that's you, Jeff), I have posted the butt photo on the
ASC pictures page.
Smaller versions blossomed on many other parts of my anatomy. But
nothing
a little Coors and vitamin-I
won't cure.
Fun - you bet! Would
I do it again - you bet! Am I thinking of trading in my skis?
No, but
I might just pick up a cheap
snowboard to keep learning on.
I could be up for a "round
two" if anyone else wants to try.
Paul Moos |