bigbair
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I'm following up a post from last week where I was heading out to Vail, CO for a weekend of snowbording. This sport kills me. I mean literally, almost killed me. I spent the first 2 to 3 hours of the first day on a very subtile section of the green line slopes where I was introduced to the basics of the sport. Went so/so, then we headed up the mountain for some steeper greens and blue line slopes. This is where the day went bad.
To start, the ski lift was a bitch. Our first trip up was OK, b/c the lift paused for about 1 to 2 seconds and I had time to pop up and slide gently for about 10 feet (well out of the way of the lift) before I fell. The next trip up wasn't so purtty. My buddy failed to tell me that this one didn't stop. When we reached the top, I poped up and waited for the lift to stall, but it didn't. Instead, it swiped my feet out and I was half on the lift/half off and trying to make up my mind which way I wanted to go. I snagged the corner of the chair with one hand and hung on, slowly realizing that the ground was sinking away from me. According to my other two buddy's who were seated on a bench waiting for us to arrive, the lift chair was all cock-eyed with me hanging on one side. All I remember hearing is one of them point and say in disbelief " Oh my god, he held on!"
In a moment of desparation I had a decision to make: continue dangling from the lift as it rounds the corner and heads back down, or let go and deal with the fall. I chose #2. For those of you who've boarded before, you know that the foot strapped in is in some odd ass, pigeon toed angle and you can probably imagine what it was like landing on this foot. My hip popped and went numb (a nerve I guess) and my knee buckled. I layed there on top of some cones outlining the lift's path before I shook it off and got up.
The trip from this point back down the mountain was equally eventful. I've heard numerous times that the faster you go, the easier it is to learn. Bullshit. After a few trial and error attempts, I went with this advise and was traveling just short of the speed of sound down the first slope when I realized the inevitable; I'm gonna fall. You see, staying upright wasn't so much the issue as steering and braking was. I took on a real Kamakazi style of boarding. When I began drifting near the tree line of the path, I figured I should go ahead with the back brake like I was taught. When I spun my hips and got the board sideways on the mountain, my weight shifted ever so slightly, allowing me to catch the front edge of the board. Nice. The next thing I remember was laying on my back, eyes to the sky, with my ears ringing like crazy, and one of my buddies running up on me asking if I was OK.
Once I was pretty sure I didn't break anything, I headed on down the slopes to where it leveled out. Only this time, completely fed up, I sat on the board and rode it down. The most fun of the whole day. When I got down there the ski patrol guys apparently had witnessed my display of skill and asked if I wanted to ride the lift down. I didn't hesitate. I think they were as concerned about everyone elses safety as my own.
Apparently carrying your board on the lift isn't real cool in Vail. After explaining to the guy operating the lift what he could do with my board and that I wan't puttin' it on for him or anybody, I loaded up and had an easy ride down.
I spent the next hour poppin' hydrocodones and chasing them with bourbon, while my buddies boarded the rest of the way down. This was by far the highpoint of the day. I know this was a little long winded, but I had to throw it out there for those that were previously interested. Hope some of you get a laugh out of this. Looking back on it, I do too.
Bigbear
To start, the ski lift was a bitch. Our first trip up was OK, b/c the lift paused for about 1 to 2 seconds and I had time to pop up and slide gently for about 10 feet (well out of the way of the lift) before I fell. The next trip up wasn't so purtty. My buddy failed to tell me that this one didn't stop. When we reached the top, I poped up and waited for the lift to stall, but it didn't. Instead, it swiped my feet out and I was half on the lift/half off and trying to make up my mind which way I wanted to go. I snagged the corner of the chair with one hand and hung on, slowly realizing that the ground was sinking away from me. According to my other two buddy's who were seated on a bench waiting for us to arrive, the lift chair was all cock-eyed with me hanging on one side. All I remember hearing is one of them point and say in disbelief " Oh my god, he held on!"
In a moment of desparation I had a decision to make: continue dangling from the lift as it rounds the corner and heads back down, or let go and deal with the fall. I chose #2. For those of you who've boarded before, you know that the foot strapped in is in some odd ass, pigeon toed angle and you can probably imagine what it was like landing on this foot. My hip popped and went numb (a nerve I guess) and my knee buckled. I layed there on top of some cones outlining the lift's path before I shook it off and got up.
The trip from this point back down the mountain was equally eventful. I've heard numerous times that the faster you go, the easier it is to learn. Bullshit. After a few trial and error attempts, I went with this advise and was traveling just short of the speed of sound down the first slope when I realized the inevitable; I'm gonna fall. You see, staying upright wasn't so much the issue as steering and braking was. I took on a real Kamakazi style of boarding. When I began drifting near the tree line of the path, I figured I should go ahead with the back brake like I was taught. When I spun my hips and got the board sideways on the mountain, my weight shifted ever so slightly, allowing me to catch the front edge of the board. Nice. The next thing I remember was laying on my back, eyes to the sky, with my ears ringing like crazy, and one of my buddies running up on me asking if I was OK.
Once I was pretty sure I didn't break anything, I headed on down the slopes to where it leveled out. Only this time, completely fed up, I sat on the board and rode it down. The most fun of the whole day. When I got down there the ski patrol guys apparently had witnessed my display of skill and asked if I wanted to ride the lift down. I didn't hesitate. I think they were as concerned about everyone elses safety as my own.
Apparently carrying your board on the lift isn't real cool in Vail. After explaining to the guy operating the lift what he could do with my board and that I wan't puttin' it on for him or anybody, I loaded up and had an easy ride down.
I spent the next hour poppin' hydrocodones and chasing them with bourbon, while my buddies boarded the rest of the way down. This was by far the highpoint of the day. I know this was a little long winded, but I had to throw it out there for those that were previously interested. Hope some of you get a laugh out of this. Looking back on it, I do too.
Bigbear

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