Update - Ripping it up!

This last week was by far the best snowboarding of the year. By far. I had my best day ever on the hill (or any hill for that matter) last Thursday night. The parking lot near empty, no more than twenty cars. It was snowing. Hard.

The kind of snow that I have dreams about. Not a bit of wind. Millions and millions of flakes falling straight down. It was magical, for lack of a better word, . It snowed like that all night. I actually stopped and laid down on the slope, face up, and just watched the flakes falling. So awesome.

I found myself boarding like I have never boarded before, and I thought I knew how to snowboard. Boy was I was wrong.

It is hard to explain. My new board? Sure, a big reason no doubt. Rocker.... but there was more to it than that. Music? Yes, I was rocking out, perfect time and place to listen to some good tunes. What was I listening to? Seether's Rise Above This, Take Me To The River - Talking Heads, Some ACDC - Shoot to Thrill....those sort of tunes

My boots were looser than normal, I only tied them up half way. I had clear goggles. That helped.

Living life like there may be no tomorrow? Yes.

It was one run after another like I have never experienced. I was finding myself in the air, over and over. Popping every little cut. My skin was tingling, and I could not stop smiling, other than to shout to myself. WOW!!, Shit!!, Holy Shit!!. Things like that. Usually runs, that have been chopped up, give me a bit of trouble. Not so that night. Tore them bitches up. Found pockets of untouched pow. More Holy Shits. Time seemed to stand still. I had died and gone to heaven.

Who would have thought that 6 weeks after a massive (doctor's words) heart attack, that I would be experiencing this? Not me. While in the hospital, I thought my days of carving down snow covered slopes were over. I was devastated. Heartbroken. How wrong I was. Looks like the best is yet to come......


< --Dean Lords .... with me below...









 

Dave Bramwell