Saturday -- rode Tyrol with Edgar. Thursday or Friday I broke down and said I was going to try a 3 this weekend, no matter what. So, I started spinning off a roller, & made it to 270 a couple times but couldn't get all the way around to land a full 360. Edgar hit his shin, AGAIN, on the fun box & it turned into a huge welt. The long awaited blizzard started up and we stayed about an hour or so longer till the snow stabbing me in the face got a little too painful, then went to the Grumpy Troll, yuuuuummmm.
Sunday -- Tyrol again with an extra foot of snow from the blizzard, and it snowed all day. The snow was really wet & sticky so the riding was slow. I started tail pressing the barn box, & continued working on my spins. As you can see below, I had some nice wrecks. Closest I came to landing a 360 was still a 270. And those were always when I didn't think about it. When I thought about what I needed to do, I wrecked. That whole looking over the shoulder thing is ackward when it forces you to turn away from your landing. Oh well it was a start, I'll get it eventually.
