Skiing is something I always wanted to do as a kid despite a fear of heights, but I only got to go once when I was 9 with my parents, and since it was Ober Gatlinburg, it didn't exactly go very well... I was afraid of the ice (good powder up there is, to put it mildly, a rare thing), my mom got whacked by some idiot flying down the slopes after she had fallen, and the ski school taught us the wedge without telling us that you're supposed to dig the inside edges of the skis into the snow, resulting in what some of my experienced friends call the "speed wedge." Since that, I didn't get to ski again until two years ago, and had a chance to go this past weekend.
So, there were about 13 people in a mountain cabin in Beech Mountain, NC, and the variety of personalities made it quite interesting, to say the least. Five of us were downstairs trying to sleep while the rest were upstairs playing beer pong through the night, and the only good heater on that floor was the one in the living room, so rather than sleep in the room with the bunk beds, three of the people (guy, girl, guy) downstairs took two of the bunk mattresses, put them together in front of said heater, and slept on sleeping bags. One girl took the queen-size bed in the bedroom, and I was going to take one of the bunks in lieu of the other people coming downstairs. Unfortunately, whoever set the bunks up forgot to put all of the slats in place, plus one of them was unsteady. So, when I tried to make my bed, two of the slats broke, sending both the mattress and myself down to the lower bunk, where I hit my forehead and foot on the frame (they're still nice and bruised). :lol:
By the way yes, we did indeed just have a bad snowstorm that we decided to drive through to get to this. Crazy? Nah, we were perfectly controlled and safe in a small Scion with front wheel drive w/o chains or snow tires and manual transmission when driving up a mountain covered in snow and ice. :P It's not like we had to get out and push the cars sometimes to get them from place to place... nope nope, nor did we have to abandon one car at the bottom of a hill or use a 4WD to recover anyone who slid 300 feet down a switchback... nein.
Anyways, the slopes themselves were covered with fresh powder, and considering that the southeastern US hasn't had really good snow in a while, this is a rare season where they've been able to have everything open without going crazy with the fake snow, and a lot of times ski areas just can't cut it without real snow... which one would think goes without saying, but the point is that there's no substitute for the real thing. Stuff I developed a taste for after falling as much as I did. However, I did get better as it went along, despite coming close to hyperextending my knee and having trouble keeping my posture correct due to a sore lower back... the latter problem should be helped as I continue to work out, get more consistent with martial arts, lose weight (Wii Fit says I've lost 15 since I started at the beginning of January, which wasn't acually a New Year's Resolution, but rather something I just kinda bought), and just get more skiing experience. Otherwise, it's a matter of unlearning a lot of natural fears that have developed through my lifetime, where my mind knows it's fine but my body starts shaking if I'm going too fast or feel out of control. I got better as I went though, and on the last run I managed to push through the pain and shakes to have a pretty decent go at it. Can't ignore the time I bit it, cartwheeled, and somehow didn't lose anything, but instead landed with poles in hand while sitting on my skis; it was crazy enough for some boarder who looked like he was in his late 30's/early 40's to stop by me and say "... Nice fall, man!" before going on. 8)
The bizzare thing is that somehow, while going up the quad lift for the first time, I lost my lift ticket. The wire was still there, but somehow the sticky pass (that people usually have to either cut off with scissors or somehow remove the wire from one's coat... so yeah, as the lone newb in a group of 13 experienced skiiers and snowboarders, I managed to do something that none had ever seen before: lose my lift ticket. Next time, they didn't pay attention and let me go on, but when they started checking, they told me I'd have to go get a new one... yeah, not paying $60 a second time that day. :| My good friend's dad, who happens to be a ski coach up there, told me just to wait a bit and try again... sure enough, I was able to go up a few more times before the Day Session ended at 4:30. :D Knee was a bit jacked thanks to one fall where the bindings didn't come loose and tried to take my leg in a direction it's not meant to go, but I fought the pain on my last run. Overall, I really enjoyed it... hopefully I'll get to ride a few more times before the season is over, and let it continue to snow as it has here for the past month. :)
In other good news, I'm nearly done with the evil level 64... it may be a week to 10 days, but this, the longest known level on GS thus far... DON'T CONGRATULATE! Just know that it won't be as annoying for me to see that thing under my name everywhere. :D In some bad news, I found out and observed when I got back that one of my parents' dogs has been sufferring some bad spasms... he keeps falling down and will just suddenly shake. The vet says that he may have a brain tumor, though there's no way to know for sure until they give him an MRI. :(
Gaming-wise, I haven't been able to play much, but I beat Super Paper Mario, have been making gradual progress in Okami and Batman Arkham Asylum, Got a refurb'd 360 thanks to the RRoD, and I may be starting Mass Effect on it soon. That's about it for now; still trying to get readings lists for my Area Exams/independant study for my last term of grad school. :o
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