It was the first time I had snowboarded since I lived in Canada; a year and four months!!
Needless to say, a lot of the muscles I built up while living there had packed up and left my body a long time ago… absolutely EVERYTHING is very stiff and I seem to have a slight limp.
Post snowboarding pain aside, what a brilliant weekend. As much as I hate the cold and am a 100% summer girl, bring snow into the equation and you'll find me torn to pieces.
This was my first time seeing Australian snow, and it was apparently about as good the snow in Australia gets!
Although visibility was horrid, I didn't mind too much, because in my mind I had built up an image that was basically a big ice mound to snowboard down, I was so happy when I saw the snow in Oz really isn't that bad!!
It's just different :)
There was virtually no visibility at the top of some of the chairlifts, I managed to get myself lost at one point. Also did some marvelous stacks when the ground completely disappeared!
On Saturday I asked Mother Nature to give us sunshine for Sunday, even if its just two hours I'll be happy! (Really, I did. Ask fellow chairlift riders)
She's always so nice to me :)
First two hours were amazing fun; sunshine and managed to find some fresh snow. I had an amazing few rides down a run that was exactly my kind of riding; a few trees, little kickers and some fresh, untouched snow. I was a happy little panda!
The afternoon wasn't as amazing, but hey, I got my prayers answered so I was happy. The weather got worst, I fell one too many times, and was too exhausted to work for anything so started riding a bit dangerously.
So beer in front of the fire it was.
It occurred to me that this holiday weekend was once my life.
Wake up - snowboard - beer - sleep.
I want nothing more than to pack up everything and just do another snow season now.
Every motivation i had towards starting uni in August has left me!
On one hand, yes I should absolutely study what I want to study for years, because I am young and can only go forward when I am this age. I'm the perfect age to start doing what I want to do!!
On the other, there is just FAR TOO MUCH I want to do, as far as travel etc goes, as I've mentioned countless times, in my short life. I know I am young, but the older I get, the list of things I want to do just get longer!
I want to look back at my life and have so many fun memories that I will have no choice but to die with a big happy smile. THAT is success in my eyes.
A friend mentioned the other day how amazing it would be to do back to back snow and island seasons. I now can't get that idea out of my head, and what would be wrong with that, really?
Really?
Urgh, standard post weekend away blues.
I'll be over it by the time Uni starts I guess.
Peace mi amegos.
x
No comments:
Post a Comment