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jawnbcAll sorts of excitement yesterday. Like Kinkos, Vancity, responding to emails and eating lunch. No wonder evangelicals see us gays as the seam rippers of da world.
Last night I went boarding again, the first time with my new boots. Our local mountains had nearly 60cm of fresh snow this week, and the day was partly sunny when we set off on hte labourious 30 minutes drive up the hill. When we got up top we were confronted with snow encrusted trees, gold sunlit on the mountains, stunning views of a snow-cap encrusted Howe Sounds and wonderful snow conditions. As is the norm on the chair lift I repeatedly squeed "we live here! We live here!" to my faithful companion Winnie.
The new boots are a vast improvement: no more heel slippage. But it took a while to become accustomed to both the new boots and the fresh snow: previously all my boarding was on machine groomed runs. After doing several runs on the (green, I only do green still) Panorama run on Black Mountain, I decided to give Mount Strachan's Collins run a go. The big negative for Strachan is the lift is literally half the speed of Black's...and the one aspect of boarding I still find painful is the board dangling from one leg on the lift.
So I got up to the top and started down Collins, a run I had not boarded on for several weeks. And managed to do the entire run without stopping or falling. At the bottom I unstrapped myself, sat down in a fluffy snowbank, looked at the stars and blissed out for 10 minutes. Then went back up again. On that run I had a spill near the bottom (my legs were rubbery after 2 hours of nonstop boarding). Then it was time for fellowship (there's a gaggle of gay boyz who hit the mountain each Thursday night and we take our dinner break together). I went back up Black after dinner and found my legs were just not up to any more.
A great night.
Last night I went boarding again, the first time with my new boots. Our local mountains had nearly 60cm of fresh snow this week, and the day was partly sunny when we set off on hte labourious 30 minutes drive up the hill. When we got up top we were confronted with snow encrusted trees, gold sunlit on the mountains, stunning views of a snow-cap encrusted Howe Sounds and wonderful snow conditions. As is the norm on the chair lift I repeatedly squeed "we live here! We live here!" to my faithful companion Winnie.
The new boots are a vast improvement: no more heel slippage. But it took a while to become accustomed to both the new boots and the fresh snow: previously all my boarding was on machine groomed runs. After doing several runs on the (green, I only do green still) Panorama run on Black Mountain, I decided to give Mount Strachan's Collins run a go. The big negative for Strachan is the lift is literally half the speed of Black's...and the one aspect of boarding I still find painful is the board dangling from one leg on the lift.
So I got up to the top and started down Collins, a run I had not boarded on for several weeks. And managed to do the entire run without stopping or falling. At the bottom I unstrapped myself, sat down in a fluffy snowbank, looked at the stars and blissed out for 10 minutes. Then went back up again. On that run I had a spill near the bottom (my legs were rubbery after 2 hours of nonstop boarding). Then it was time for fellowship (there's a gaggle of gay boyz who hit the mountain each Thursday night and we take our dinner break together). I went back up Black after dinner and found my legs were just not up to any more.
A great night.
