A snow bunny at last
I took my first snowboarding lesson in 2006, my second in 2007, and a third in 2008. Each time I tumbled down the hill, cried, and cursed-but for some reason I always wanted to do it again. So last weekend, I committed to ride for three straight days (what everyone tells me you need to do for the turns to finally "click") at The Canyons in Park City, Utah.
On Saturday morning, I arrived for my carving clinic. My first few runs consisted of slip-sliding down a beginner slope on my heel slide, and I fell countless times along the way. But my instructor, Melissa, kept reassuring me that I was making progress. And sure enough, I was able to link a few heel-to-toe and toe-to-heel turns by the afternoon.
Day two, I spent a few hours on the beginner slope, but I didn't feel very confident without an instructor at my side. So on Monday, I woke up at the crack of dawn and signed up for a half-day lesson. Lo and behold, Melissa was my teacher again, and my classmate was a spunky 22-year-old named Olivia who also worked at The Canyons. Together, Olivia and I carefully followed Melissa down the beginner slope, trying our best to mimic her turns. After our third run, Melissa announced we were ready to tackle a blue (intermediate) slope. I didn't zip down fearlessly, but I made it in one piece-and I found that alone exhilarating. I spent the rest of the afternoon mastering that one run and savoring the minutes between each tumble.
I finally conquered my first-timer-forever status and can proudly say, "Yes, I know how to ride." Now I can't wait to get back on my board again!
***Here I am on my last day at The Canyons, getting ready to ride the Gondola up to the slopes.