Backstory- I just moved to Oregon from Texas. I’ve been very excited about the winter, as since I’ve never really had to deal with snow, I’ve been really looking forward to it. But since I’ve never really dealt with it, I’m still learning about the stuff.
Anyway, this last weekend I went up on the mountain to take snowboard lessons. Basically, I’m trying to embrace my inner Gen-X.
We’ve had a very… odd winter. We got a spate of snow for a while there, but it’s been unseasonably warm the past few weeks (I’m gettin’ a mite pissed about that, but that’s another story). Anyway, there really hasn’t been much snow, either in town or up on the mountain. The mountain’s still got about 3-4 feet, I understand, but it’s oldish- and fairly icy. They keep the trails groomed nicely, I understand.
Like I said, it’s been warm. So warm, in fact, that I took off my jacket. Underneath that, I was only wearing a short-sleeve shirt. Those of you who’ve skied before are probably already wincing.
Yeah, I fell. And it turns out that icy snow is only so much wet sandpaper when you hit it. I’ve got the worst elbow scrape of my life right now. Holy crap this thing hurts.
There are two especially bad things about The Scrape From Hell:
- It’s completely my own fault. I didn’t have to try to learn snowboarding.
- I’ve got another lesson next Sunday. There’s no way this monster’s going to heal by then. And I just KNOW I’m going to fall again.