Dirty Dishes

Last Sunday Chris decided he wanted to teach a snowboarding class for dummies and extremely stubborn people. Needless to say this class included yours truly, Sunny, and Badger…with Leo and Elliot being the only smart ones in the group and staying home. Chris grew up, for the most part, here in Utah the proud home of the “greatest snow on earth”, and he has been snowboarding for about, oh, since the sport was invented. I, however, grew up in a very flat and economically depressed area of the country and as a result I have been snowboarding NEVER. Add to that my complete lack of coordination and athletic ability, and you have a recipe for fun!

The thing about learning to snowboard that they don’t tell you is how it’s exactly like being thrown down a mountain. And when you wake up the next day you will feel like you’ve been hit by a car, dragged, and then THROWN DOWN A MOUNTAIN. Then add in two small children who are on the verge of breaking down at any given moment, that’s without being strapped to a board and hurled out of control on rock hard snow toward their eventual demise. Can you all think of any better way to spend a Sunday? Huh? Can you? Because I sure as hell can’t.

I have faith though that I will eventually be able to strap on a snowboard and have it become a set of wings to help me fly down in a zen-like oneness with the mountain. I have to believe this or all my pain and bruising will have been in vain.