Before I continue on with my blog, I must take a second to thank Kaleigh for 
teaching everyone how to snowboard and helping us get down the mountain safely. We appreciated it greatly. Now Kaleigh may not be the saint you are imaging her to be because she was one of the ones that was constantly laughing at us. I think she took the falls of all the 5280 Closers as an extra bonus for, but I am sure it was pretty silly to see us all acting like some goofy footed goobers on the slopes of Winter Park.
I think that the equipment is at fault for my spills and clumsy actions on the mountain, but I am sure others may disagree. I think being dehydrated and my not being used to the altitude played a significant part as well in my abilities of snowboarding. I am usually quite coordinated, but I did fall multiple times both backwards and forwards and I somehow fell to the right and left as well. It was a very long day for me and some of the others except for David and Erin.
David was snowboarding as well, but Erin skied. David has never snowboarded a day in his life (to my knowledge), but his Krav Macaw? Mcgraw?...Krav Maga - his Israeli martial arts training - helped out in his learning curve. Since I have not been too active with my Aikido (Japanese martial art) training, actually not at all since the start of Fall semester, my learning curve was not as great as his. David got snowboarding down pretty quickly
Erin was skiing the majority of the time, which she is fairly proficient at, so she was constantly looking up the mountain at all of us falling down everywhere. I am sure it was a site to see all of her teammates tumbling down the slopes going all over the place. I think I almost log rolled a 5 year old boy, but luckily the kid was tethered to his father who quickly pulled him out of the way of his demise.
By the time of the last run I was pretty unsure of myself in getting down the mountain safely. The reason why is due to the fact that I had fallen back extremely hard once while going through this small tunnel on one of the green slopes where someone else had previously fallen creating a huge divot, or hole in the snow. This caused my board to catch and send me flying backwards, whacking my noggin and popping my helmet off my head like it was a bottle rocket shooting into the sky. This was the just the first time that I fell that hard. There was a second time with similar results of sending my helmet off my head and into the sky, but luckily this last fall was right in front of the lift to take us to the bottom of the mountain. Thank the lord! I was off the mountain and into the train in a flash.
I am surprised I remembered all of that after the falls I had. Nonetheless, it was a great time and I look forward to utilizing my new found skills the next time I hit the slopes, but I may revert back to skiing. Practice makes perfect though, as long as I can get a board that can accommodate my frame.
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