in fact it’s cold as hell.

don’t let the apparent supernova atop the hill mislead you.

think i caught a glimpse of will shatner yesterday. he was working the gears and levers behind the great oz curtain in my head imploring me to boldly go…somewhere. or maybe it was a trick of shadow and light cast from a looming lift tower.

either way my knack for getting into situations where i have little to no idea what i’m doing is at an all time high. in the last 6 months i moved in with a woman, have a pet cat and took my first ride down a slope on a board.

thinking back on last year, my PMW hopes were set pretty high. visions of a tour de midwest-podunk-icy sheety-river bluff ski areas - Iowa, Illinois, ‘Sconsin, Minnesota and the ever exotic “Show Me State,” Misery. my only day out amounted to saucer sledding down a playground snow plow pile with a 5 year old during StuporBowl halftime. i can’t recall standing on a decent hillside since somewhere in the 05 to 06 transition. what better time to do something stupid?

zero hour…9 am (though noon was more realistic)…rock…it…man. snow day at the middlebury college snow bowl. on borrowed time and borrowed equipment with an equally novice accomplice i made a stab at riding a board. Ffar too late for fresh fluff but i wouldn’t be able to handle it anyway. been a long time since i felt so uncoordinated. the taste of snow has always been overrated.

channeling the saguaro cactus staved off little cold

i’ll neither rant nor rave the experience. i’m sore. though not where advertised. i did catch air. but i doubt catching an edge and flying headlong toward a lift tower counts. there may have been applause from passers-by above.

all in all i’ll take the challenge again.

boards-eye view. boots and board courtesy becks