The final splat of the season
Mar. 24th, 2003 01:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
joflasherFridy, the Boy and I decided to pull our snowboarding gear out for one last hurrah. Yep, 70 degrees in Cambridge and I went snowboard...er, slushboarding, um, mudboard...there was a board involved.
Still, I'm glad we went. The mountain was almost deserted. There was little real snow left but the slush was not bad. The mud patches thoughly sucked...sucked you in and completely stopped you by way of a face plant. Ironically, if you fell down on the slush, you didn't stop. I went down backwards, butt first and I had time to sit up, look at my board dragging behind me and think "why am I still going? Shouldn't I at least be slowing down or something?". Lucky for me, I realized that I was attached to a wonderful anchor-like object and was able to use it to brake. I must have gone about 30 yards down the hill before I thought to dig my board in.
Come nightfall, the warm air hitting the cold slush produced the most wonderful, dreamlike fog. I couldn't see more than 4-5 feet in front of me at the top of the mountain. It was kind'a surreal, zooming down the slope surrounded by thick mist and black trees and the only sounds being the *sshhhtt**ssshhtt* of your board slicing through the ice and the occassional screams of a small child somewhere off in the distance. Very peaceful. It did make it more difficult to avoid the mud patches, though. Most of my falls were in the last 30 minutes of boarding. Boy and I decided to leave before the lift closed simply because it was getting to hard to see where you were going.
Ah well, I guess I can put away my gear until next year now. It was fun. And I did my first summit run. Yay, top of the mountain. Its a long way down from up there...especially when you can't see where you are going.
Still, I'm glad we went. The mountain was almost deserted. There was little real snow left but the slush was not bad. The mud patches thoughly sucked...sucked you in and completely stopped you by way of a face plant. Ironically, if you fell down on the slush, you didn't stop. I went down backwards, butt first and I had time to sit up, look at my board dragging behind me and think "why am I still going? Shouldn't I at least be slowing down or something?". Lucky for me, I realized that I was attached to a wonderful anchor-like object and was able to use it to brake. I must have gone about 30 yards down the hill before I thought to dig my board in.
Come nightfall, the warm air hitting the cold slush produced the most wonderful, dreamlike fog. I couldn't see more than 4-5 feet in front of me at the top of the mountain. It was kind'a surreal, zooming down the slope surrounded by thick mist and black trees and the only sounds being the *sshhhtt**ssshhtt* of your board slicing through the ice and the occassional screams of a small child somewhere off in the distance. Very peaceful. It did make it more difficult to avoid the mud patches, though. Most of my falls were in the last 30 minutes of boarding. Boy and I decided to leave before the lift closed simply because it was getting to hard to see where you were going.
Ah well, I guess I can put away my gear until next year now. It was fun. And I did my first summit run. Yay, top of the mountain. Its a long way down from up there...especially when you can't see where you are going.
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