Day Zero (Meaing no more days left!!)

So today was the last day of boarding at the Blue Hills. I think that I actually used the word "devastated" to describe how I felt to S as we did our Sunday errands, after my last few runs of the year.

I never expected to like snowboarding as much as I do. There is something very powerful about it - to me, it's unlike skiing. From my little experience with skiing, and maybe I am just bad at it, it is less of a whole body sport. Snowboarding is much more mentally and physically exhilarating to me. It is also much more of a goofy sport too, even though I may be saying this because I am a "goofy" boarder. But I think there is something about a sport, where most of your first few days learning is mostly spent falling, flailing, a lot of butt-landing that helps you take yourself less seriously and just have fun out there.

Here are a few pictures from our last time up on the mountain - they are pretty cruddy pictures, but I think they express something a bit different from our first time around, namely, a lack of mortal fear. We actually took turns snapping shots as we both rode down the hill, laughing, trying to show off, but having the end result being a bunch of lack luster pictures.

From this winter I'll remember the falling, the racing, the first trip down Big Blue, when I was petrified, and the last time when I got down the whole hill without falling. I'll remember the first time we went night boarding, and it flurried against the skyline.

To me, this was the absolute best way to 1) stay active during a grueling winter, 2) challenge ourselves, and 3) de-stress after all the weeks at work and snowed in days of sludge and freezing temperatures. I never thought I would be sad to see the sun out and the temperatures climbing, but I actually am in some ways.

Now if only I could live in a place where one could snowboard and swim outside any day of the year...