Flight

On Friday evening, I got a text from my 18 year old brother. Our conversation went like this:

Kevin: What are you doin tomorrow am? 

Me {thoroughly impressed that he texted me using actual words instead of indecipherable characters}: Not sure, why?

Kevin: I have slopestyle competition at the mountain. If you want to get some interesting shots it'd be a cool opportunity.

Justin and I roughly translated this to mean, "Hey, would you come take pictures of my snowboard competition?" And so of course, we went. Now, before I show you the pictures, I need to set the stage a bit. Up at the mountain, there is a pretty decent sized lodge. The terrain park for snowboarding is within walking distance from the lodge, but you still have to walk across the bunny hill to get there. Once you're there, they don't have bleachers or anything of the sort set up, you're just standing in the snow.

On Saturday, I wore my fake Ugg boots, which I had worn several years ago to the same snowboarding event with great success. However, not being a snow person, I didn't really stop to think about how many different kinds of snow there are, and how those particular boots might not work so well on all types of snow. I quickly discovered that this was, in fact, the case, when we arrived at the mountain and discovered that the snow was actually ice. I think I fell on my butt six or seven times just walking over to the terrain park. Oh but the fun didn't stop there friends...the terrain park is also apparently the windiest part of the mountain, and we might as well have been in a tornado. The wind practically knocked me down on my butt again several times as I was just standing there happily/freezingly taking pictures.

We were supposed to meet up with Ryan and Renee later that day to play basketball. I was *so* glad that they canceled...I was SORE!

Congrats to my brother, who qualified for state by doing something called a Cork Back 5!

There is an art, or rather a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. ~Douglas Adams, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy