The flamethrower is my favorite weapon, I don’t care how many flaws it has.

Today was perfect how horrendously ridiculous it was. 

• I have been excited all week for today because it’ll be the first time I’d be up at the mountain and I have new bibs (which are God’s gift to me), goggles, board, boots, the whole shooting match I haven’t had a chance to try out, today was supposed to be absolutely perfect, clear, nice, soft snow. I was so stoked and just so no one assumes I’m so good little hot shot snowboarder or anything awesome like that, I was a good skier and then switched over to snowboarding for a variety of reasons. I took lessons last year and I would say, (even though I didn’t go up much at all) I was a pretty competent snowboarder in the sense I was fairly good at getting myself out of a sticky situation and getting down the hill. 

• Anyways we headed up to the mountain and I was excited, lots of snow, snow level was horribly low. You now the excitement (if not pretend you do). Anyways, when we got to the mountain I was going to meet Ondrea because she was going to be up there and we were going to hangout together and go on some runs and it’d be great. So when I got out of the car it was freezing, snowing and horrifyingly windy. As I was going to take my board up to get it checked a horrible gust of wind started blowing and of course I just happened to be on a sheet of ice and I fell directly on my knees and hit myself with the board. It was so painful. I can’t even describe the pain unless you’ve experienced. That just was perfect. Awesome. Wonderful. So now I’m limping, and it gets even colder and I’m slowly letting the fact that I do not remember how to snowboard what so ever surface.

• Finally I saw Ondrea and I was just straight forward and was like, “Look I am probably going to be absolutely dreadful and let’s pray I don’t embarrass myself in front of everyone too much. Oh and I am terrified I will just die once I try to get off the chair.” And can I tell you that girl is a saint. Not once, no matter how long I sat on my ass at the top of the hill or how long it took us to get down the mountain, that girl did not just abandon me, which anyone in their right mind probably would. 

• So of course we get off the chair and I end up falling because I forgot to get a stomp and put it on my board which made gracefully riding down to strap in on my freshly waxed board extremely difficult. Of course as soon as I stand up and am ready to tackle the hill a horribly gusty wind just decides to come and it’s awful and it’s pushing all of the snow that freshly fell today and is revealing the cold (very) hard ice below. I was just amazed that this all was really happening. It was horrible I didn’t even try to actually get down the mountain what so ever on that run Ondrea and I just slowly (and painfully) made our way down the mountain and just so you know when you fall on chunks of ice when your knees are already horribly banged up it is excruciating pain. I literally thought my knee caps were bleeding it hurt so badly.

• Anyways Ondrea and I made our way to the other chair the far easier one and I was just in pain and it was horrible. The wind kept getting horrible but I have no idea how but I am so fucking grateful for is the fact I was not cold whatsoever the whole day. I have no idea. Maybe the combination of pajama jeans and bibs really helped keep me toasty warm, which sadly I don’t think was the case for Ondrea. So yeah when we got up there the wind was horrible so we decided to make a plan and just do one of the runs and then head over to the other side of the mountain and head into the lodge because of horrible it was getting. I’d also like to point out that I got off the chair well on that run, I wish I could say that run itself was good too. Sadly I can’t it was horrible. 

• But I can proudly say that the run after that was phenomenal and I only fell once at the bottom of the cat track, both Ondrea and myself were proud of me. I was so happy and the wind wasn’t bad and the snow was nice and soft and great. I was so confident and I really felt like I was back where I was and I was just, I felt so great it was awesome. 

• Here comes the absolute worst. Now let me tell you a little something about this chair, it is by far the longest chair we’d have to go on it is also highest on the mountain so it was going to have the worst weather conditions ever and of course it did. Let me try and explain just how scary it was. You know when it’s so dark that you can’t see anything but black and you’re going to a certain place that you know only fairly well and you’re just praying that you don’t get disoriented in anyway or get hit by something you can’t see coming because you know you’d be absolutely lost if you weren’t on the path you know only a little well? Yeah. Now picture how scary it is when all you can see is white and the wind is blowing so hard that you literally can’t see anything, not even your hand because so much snow is flying up in the air and you’re at the top of a mountain on a snowboard you haven’t been confidently riding except for the one easy run you took to get to this spot and you’re trying to go down a trail that even when you were at the top of your game on while in skis you still barely knew the route and you are trying to get down to what at this point you can describe no better than your refuge. Oh and your knees hurt horribly. Yeah. That’s the situation I was in. I swear if Ondrea wasn’t there to guide me (even though I couldn’t see her really at all) I would still be up on that mountain right now. 

• After the worst of it which was pretty tough getting down and I had to motivationally speak my way through it (yes I was actually talking to myself as I tried to get down the hill) and I saw the lodge it was such a wonderful feeling. Oh my god.

• Really we did not stick around much after that, we ate and then my family left (after getting a stomp for my board) and started heading home. While in the car I finished The Perks of Being a Wallflower and reading a good book always puts me in this amazing mood like I’m invincible. 

Really even though today was freezing difficult and extremely painful, I had so much fun and I feel so great right now. Now I’m about ready to change out of my pajama jeans and head over to my mom’s and have Thanksgiving dinner even though we don’t do much for it at all. Also my bruises are horrible and are still forming and it hurts to walk. Anyways, that’s about all I have to say. 

Happy Thanksgiving to anyone celebrating.