December 21, 2007

Like a hot knife thru butter

Grad school can be a bitch but it has it's perks. For example, blowing off data analysis yesterday and heading to Mt. Baker @ 6am with denny. My grin is the cumulative product of the following:
first tracks through 41cm of fresh powder, warm feet via the use of adhesive toe warmers, changing my hat so that the simpsons tossel didn't create gaps in my hood, nerding out on the chairlift, and getting the fuck outta Vancouver for a day.
A bit of snowboarding therapy is just what i've needed.
Barely anyone was there. We rode our asses off and pushed our limits in some gnarly, steep glades. As I fought to haul my ass up out of the deeps I realized I really need to work my abs more often. eek.

We ended the day practicing with our avalanche beacons, a great last run down in the twilight, and some ritual hot chocolate. Mmmmm.
I've said it before, and hopefully you've felt it as well, but i must state again that there is no feeling i know quite like carving through fresh powder.
It's the closest I think we will ever come to weightlessness.
Ahhhh.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You could change the name of this blog to "living vicariously through Ranae", cause that sounds fucking awesome... But then again, soapbox pudding is pretty fucking awesome as well.

ranae said...

well I think you need to get your ass out here while the snow is still around mister.