Mountain Love

Oh heaven on earth! I love the mountains. Thanks to peltyG for introduction to Snowboarding, a legacy I shall keep me thinks. I just got back from my week in Whistler, home of boarders extraordinaire and après ski that rocks. Well I didn't rock much with the après it has to be said. I more chilled in the hot tub, by the fire and with the civilised people at the chalet but then I am older and more boring but perfectly happy.

So the boarding though, I did rock with the boarding. Did lots of lessons and found a boychick to hoon around the mountains with - cheers Iain. Oh and thanks Iain’s girlfriend for the loan. We really did hit the mountains, decided that Blackcomb was our favourite and we roamed far and wide. We went on crazy mogul runs, down race tracks, through trees, up glaciers and off to far reaches of wild deep powder.

I had one day of private lessons before I met the marvellous Iain where I chased an instructor around a mountain. I think he just got paid to have fun and to torment the foolish snowboarding beginner. I fell in powder, fell down slopes, and fell on cat tracks whip lashed my neck and ended up so pained that even my armpits hurt. I don't know when I could possibly have strained my armpits but then I tumbled pretty wildly at times so I guess it could have been whilst rolling like a hedgehog without prickles down the slopes.

A few days in the pain subsided and I did learn from experience and bought a helmet, adds weight to the neck for more effective whiplash in future but protects whilst in the trees. We had a powderfest whilst out there. There was over 1.5m in the 6 days I was there. The weather was cloudy but therefore snowy and not too cold and not at all icy. A fab combination, not so great for the pics but hey who goes boarding to take pics. Well I did take one or two so here is one of me in a moment of blue sky high above the low freezing clouds.