A little battered and bruised!

Well i'm back to the land of rain, wet snow and poor drivers.

I just spent about four days in the lovely B.C interior...Kamloops is a sight to be held. The city itself isn't touristy, not blown out of proportion but a humble town with stellar ski hills.



As I stated in my previous blog I was going to try my hand at snowboarding. I'd never done it before and figured since it's what they do in B.C ...i'd try to resemble one of the locals and give it the old college try.

As I had never even set foot on a snowbord, I was informed that I should know which foot I should place "first" on the board (IE your guide foot). Since I had obviously know idea, the lad at the hill decided to help me choose my "guide foot" and gave me a good solid shove. Apparently whatever foot you place behind or infront of you after your violent shove is you "stable" foot.
So, now that I had my stable left foot firmly in place on my board...I was chairlift bound.

The chiair lift was another adventure. Thankfully the lift attendants will slow the lift down for you (or completely stop it in my case) so that the rider is able to comfortably mount said chairlift.
At the top they also slow it down, but in my case it was too late and I was already a crumpled mass underneath the chair lift.

I am now at the top of the "baby" hill. Baby hill was defiantely an understament and for those of you who have skiied at Chicopee will understand that an ontario baby hill and a British Columbian baby hill are utterly different.

The first time I went down, I crawled the first half, and fell the second half. It took my approximately 1 1/2 hours to traverse the hill.

Regardless it was a pretty damn good sport. The chairlift eventually was conquered...however the signs by the chairlift were not. I ran into them knocking them over every single time I dismounted the lift.

That is all of my shinnanegans for now.....
later peeps, keep it real!