Snow…My first love. Well, other than sitting in my Power Rangers underwear watching Looney Tunes. Which is funny because the first time I really got a taste of snowboarding, I quit. One run and I never touched the stupid thing for a whole season. Snowboarding is the other part of my brain now. It has been what I love for the past 5 years. This may sound like a serious cliché but I look at it as a canvas. A giant blank canvas that I can do whatever I want. It isn’t like biking where the majority of time spent is on a shaped dirt trail. I can choose to charge the center of the trail or take my time and throw a couple slashes through a tree run. Its the ultimate landscape to test creativity. Which again is kind of Ironic because I’m not one to share my creative side as read in my first post.
However creativity on my canvas has been one single icy and patchy trip up to Alyeska this year. It seems to have been the hardest of my winter seasons. The odd weather patterns, lack of snow, and my responsible decision to go back to school have really caused me to put the paint brush down this year.
It has only brought hope for next year. Hope to get the 3+ consecutive days of powder, tours into the backcountry, cans of Coors Light at the end of the day, and that grin that you just can’t seem to get off your face. I know one day in the future my creaking joints won’t want me to strap in anymore, but I can almost guarantee you that canvas will never be finished. I will never sign the bottom…
Wax off. Photo Credit: Matt Hernandez