DANIELLE'S VISIT

Like a good sister, D came to visit the end of Feb. It was a snowboarding extravaganza, as well as a much-needed break for her and a nice reminder of home for me. We went to some fun restaurants, a Nugget's basketball game, and snowboarding for 3 days. Not bad for a week long visit.

At Winter Park:

It was amazing weather -sunny and warm (about 10 degrees) with a fresh layer of powder -about 5 inches. Meant when we wiped out (and it happened plenty of times), it was like landing on a soft, fluffy pillow.





Coors Factory

I told you in an earlier post that it was a fun place to visit. Dee 1) enjoyed herself and 2) found herself drunk at 3 o'clock in the afternoon on a random Tues...for FREE!


The Crappy Part of the Week

A couple of days after we went to Winter Park, Danielle and I braved some freezing cold weather and headed up to Loveland for another day of riding. It was cold and windy, but still quite fun. Just before lunch, Danielle and I decided to try going through the trees, to add some adventure to our day. I made my way through the trees without a problem. And felt pretty damn proud of myself too, I might add.

Pride is a sin, isn't it?

Because it was after that that the trouble started.

I was alive, but staring down two black diamonds going in either direction. And no...I'm not a black diamond boarder, by any stretch of the imagination. I am a solid blue run rider who (by the end of the day when my thighs are so sore they're shaking) has no problem taking a green run to the bottom. Facing the black diamonds, my only thought was to get to the bottom alive. So I went left.

Perhaps I should have gone right.

40 feet from the bottom, on a fall that was so simple and ordinary I'm embarrassed to admit it, I wiped out. I'd taken spectacular falls that day -somersaults and cartwheels and face-plants that had me eating snow. Did I hurt myself then? Of course not. Instead, I had this wimpy looking fall going down some damn moguls, in full view of the chairlift line below.

Lovely.

Landed on my wrist and knew (even though I've never broken a bone before) that it had snapped.

I was right. I broke it in two places.

And that about sums things up.

The Denver Nugget's Game

Sadly, they lost. No one seemed that surprised. I was on vicodan, so I didn't give a damn.

And that's all there is to say about that.

The flowers Kendrah bought me after I (simultaneously) found out I busted my wrist and would likely (though -GASP- I didn't) lose my job. Not one of my better days.