Hitting the slopes

 My first snowboard trip of the season has once again reminded me that my decision to move to Colorado has been one of the best choices I have made within my life thus far. There is something about the mountains that gives me a sense of total freedom and independence from my everyday life. As we drove West, I was both nervous and excited as I anticipated what the day would bring.  It had been nearly two years since I had snowboarded on fresh, mountain powder. Stepping off the gondola, the view took my breath away. Looking straight ahead the sun’s rays were beaming off snow covered mountains. A lake sat at the bottom with the reflection of the clouds amidst its water. 

Zach slowly led me ahead where I slipped into my bindings. As I started my descent the slight wind on my face felt so refreshing. A few carving mishaps later,  I started to feel comfortable with my board. Zach and I had a great day together. We met some interesting people on the chair lifts and were even able to sneak in some time to make our first snowman of the season. As we were shuttled to our hotel I realized how much energy I had exerted throughout the day. I was tired!  Fortunate for us, a quaint bar next door to our hotel had a live reggae band for our enjoyment. The day transitioned into a night full of fun.