A day in the life of a ski bum

Today, I hit the Colorado slopes and decided to learn how to snowboard. After all the bruises and possible concussion, I guess you could say it was an awesome day.

Since it was my first time on the slopes I decided to take lessons. When we formed our groups I quickly discovered I would be spending the rest of the day with seven other people. All of them ( including the instructor) happened to be men in their  twenties.

The teacher of the class was easily the coolest stoner I have ever met. For  reasons he will be left unnamed ( mostly because I think I saw him take weed from his friend at the end of the lesson, but still…) .He was a really talkative guy. Fortunately, it wasn’t the annoying type of endless chatter, but rather the kind which made the group comfortable and  allowed everyone to kinda be themselves. His easy going attitude made the class feel like a judgment free zone. Which, let me tell you, was a huge relief considering the amount of times I managed to face-plant strait into the unforgiving snow. Even when I nearly fell of the chairlift, still no judgment. Thanks to him, I was gliding down the mountain like a pro by the end of the lesson.

It turns out he recently attended the college which I have my eye set on for next year, with the exact same major. I mean, he did manage to drop out…. but still. It was pretty cool to hear a real student perspective.

Still, just because my group did not judge doesn’t mean that others held to the same standard…. On my second run off the ski lift, I fell. Randomly some little 6 year old kid skied up to me  and said in the sassiest tone possible “Hurts Doesn’t it..?”  before skiing off like a little freaking pro.  There I sat in the snow laughing my butt off! Who did that kid think he was? I did not know kids were capable of packing that much sass into three words.  I learn something new every day.

I look forward to heading up to the mountains again and hitting the slopes  soon. After years of wanting to start snowboarding I finally took the fist step. If I’d known it was this easy all along, I would have gone ages ago.

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