Mountains (not the Prince song, although that's cool, too)

Got back from Mammoth last night and I'm sore all over. I don't mean to brag, but this is fairly uncommon. Usually, I can take intense runs for two or three days, count the number of falls/slips on one hand, and not ache at all afterward.

Yesterday, I was defeated. With the unexpected gift of powder, I spent even more time than usual screwing on the sides, ridges, and banks of runs before I got rocked--literally. Rice-bag-sized boulders just under the snow surface brought me to a stop and pulled me down face-first toward a tree. Somehow, I landed on my chest to avoid busting my teeth or scuffing up my new helmet. Wendy saw it all, and said it was the worst fall she's ever seen. After I unwedged my board from between two trees and twisted myself off the rocks, she gave me a long hug.




I reopened my knee and now I'm hobbling around like an old man, but I'm tuning up the boards and will see you back on the slopes soon. Look for the bark marks on the Malolo...

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Cassettes listened to in the van with no CD player or MP3 hookup:
New York Dolls - Lipstick Killers
Seaweed - Go Your Own Way EP/Four/Despised
Rocksteady Explosion (mixtape)
Best-of Parliament/George Clinton - The Cinderella Theory
Queen - Greatest Hits

DVDs watched in the cabin:
Tears of the Black Tiger (Thailand, 2000)
Little Miss Sunshine (USA, 2006)

Food eaten:
Dinner 1 - Vons minestrone soup with veggie meatballs
salad
Dinner 2 - Frozen veggie lasagna from Costco
Lunches - Veggie turkey sandwiches in dinner rolls for lunch (with relish from the lodge) and Caprisun
Breakfast - Yogurt with banana slices and Paul Newman's cereal mixed in

Other stuff:
Wearing a helmet isn't such a big deal. I don't know why I was so hesitant to do it.