Mad Powder

I started the weekend early, took off work, and went snowboarding bright and early yesterday. The conditions were fantastic: friendly people, clear sky, the sun was out, and enough powder to kill you . Which it almost did. I can't decide if I love powder all that much. I feel like I have to work twice as hard in it, which is exhausting. Don't get me wrong I LOVE sailing through it and being the first to lay tracks down the mountain, I just hate falling in it.

Today I am so sore, and I usually don't feel this way after snowboarding. I wonder how Tom is feeling, we both took a turn fishing his run-away skis out of trenches of snow (your going to have to ask him how he kept loosing them). Luckily we found both of them. But at one point I was up to my chest in powder and trying to climb out with the rebellious ski. It was amazing! I ate so much powder yesterday.

I think I prefer groomed trails that I can speed down.