This past weekend I went on my first overnight trip to the US. THursday night, I headed to Windsor for Korean BBQ with Cathy, John and Cris, then back to his for 'fros.
Early friday morning, I crossed the border headed up to Grizzled's place and off we were for a weekend in Northern Michigan. The sun was shinning, the weather was fabulous, and I was so stoked to get on my board! We rode at Schuss Mountain Friday.. and there was hardely anyone there. It was great for me, as it was my first day on a board since the knee injury and i was having some difficulties. Boarding itself was great... but skating was painful, and stopping and getting off the lifts was just hillarious. At one point I felt like Zoolander as I exclaimed 'I can't turn left!'. After a couple hours, I needed a break.. so we took the shuttle to Summit mountain. What a joke. about 6 runs, and 2 2man lifts that look like they were the first lifts ever invented. But, we were the only 2 on the runs for most of the time we were there. The runs were still groomed from the morning, and it was now 5pm. It was great! Norbert (grizzled) crossed off an item from his to do list, as he wrote 'skiers suck' in big letters under the lift. We then headed back to our place to change, have dinner, then call it a night.
Saturday Morning, I woke up and iced my knee. I knew that I wouldn't be riding again, so I decided to start the day out with some 'fros. After a couple, then a breakfast beer with my egg n bagel, I started to pack up my provisions for the day. This included some beer and filing my camelback with redbull and vodka. Yum. I was sipping at that thing before we even left the Inn. Norbert went riding, and I hobbled around the village... then sat on a bench and people watched and chatted with some other injured folk. Lunch time came around, and it was tailgating time. Nothing like beer and hotdogs at the base of the mountain to cheer a girl up, and I needed cheering up, I was sooooooooo depressed about not being able to board.
Saturday was not only St-Pats,but also Carnival Days at Boyne. Meaning, lots of drinking and costumes on the slopes. They had a party on the slopes.. which ment having to get a lift ticket and board. And I have to say, I was so stoked to be able to do one run! Got up the lift with a swift pay off to the lifty, and borded across the slope to the party, where all the random people I met in the parking lot were.. good times, and I was so excited to strap on my board to ride down! After much more drinking, and some random run-ins, ski patrol was starting to kick us of the mountain. So I went to get my board. But Norbert already had it, and was refusing to let me ride. He said that I should save my knee for whistler and just walk down instead. I tried explaining that it hurt more to walk down the hill than to ride, but he was having none of it. Then, in what is not my proudest moment, I just sat on the slopes in total frustration and cried! There's a great pic of this... there is also a fab pic of me getting pulled down the slope with a ski pole. I have to say, all i wanted was that one run, and the damn knee police took it away from me. No worries, i'll get over it eventually!
Sunday, did a bit of tubing before heading back home... and yet another fabulous day! The weather was so great all weekend! And i did have tons of fun dispite not getting to ride. so yeah... that was my weekend!
Oh, and monday morning, I walked into my class to find that the ceiling had caved in over march break. No fun at all... what a crappy day that was!
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