Some friends and I took a day trip up to Hunter Mountain for a day of snowboarding fun. While it is no Breck (NEXT WEEK!!!), it was amazing to get on my snowboard again.
the three of us on the chairlift….
an all too typical photo of me. Why do I always wave at the camera?
Siris had a little “incident” in the park. He comes snowboarding up to me at the end of the trail, and asks me, “am I bleeding? am i? i think I hit my face.”
You think?
Mike and I, being steezy fresh
I went snowboarding the other day for the first time this winter. I think I’ve been pretending it wasn’t winter so as not to feel the effects of not being able to snowboard every day as I have for the past 3 winters. It’s not winter, just an obnoxiously cold fall here.
But being there brought all that back, reminded me of how much I love snowboarding. I love the rhythm of it, the artistry. It truly is an art, a calming peaceful art. And I miss it. I miss the mountains, the sound of snow falling in the backwoods, my friends and family there.
But you know the theory. The grass is always greener. If I were there I wouldn’t be able to see this so often:
Jaylee’s just starting to smile. It still takes a lot of coaxing. This is one of the first one camera smiles we’ve gotten.
I love this clear-eyed look of hers, the “who are these people?” look.
