Thursday, after work, I drove to DC, where my friend Greg had flown in from Orlando. On Friday, we took the 5 hour drive to Snowshoe, in the back woods of West Virginia. It was quite surprising (and curious) how few cars shared the roads with us after we got off the interstate. The weather got progressively nastier, and once we got to Snowshoe, we could barely see 20 feet ahead of us, the fog was so thick. My sister and the youngin' Gio met us about a half hour later.
On Saturday, Greg and I thought it wise to learn how to snowboard. My conclusion: snowboarding is painful to learn. I think I developed new muscles just so I could make them sore. Also, it seemed as though the icy spots on the slopes were magnets for my knees, as I don't think they missed a one. Still, after all that, I still had a fun time...the conditions to learn weren't ideal, but I may try it again. At least I know how to stop now.
Sunday made the trip for me. After a gigantic breakfast, I rented skis while Greg stuck to the snowboard. I made a couple of quick runs on the training slope to get back my ski legs, after which we met at the top of the mountain (right by our condo! ski in, ski out is fantastic) We rode down with my sister, so that was really cool. I had played some sort of mind game with myself that I couldn't remember how to turn. Thankfully, I did, and it came back fairly quickly. Granted, I did bust after about 10 feet into my first run. Overall, though, i felt much more comfortable, and I was actually able to keep some semblance of control. It helped that the conditions were perfect: blue skies, fresh snow, and not terribly cold.
Sunday evening, we had a traditional Swiss meal of Raclette...I don't think there's anything better than melted cheese after a cold day.
A great trip, and as usual, to short.
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