Well, it was early January back in 2010. My boyfriend Matt, his best friend Brendan and his fiancee Sam decided it would be fun to go on a snowboarding trip to Sugarloaf. I had never been snowboarding before, so I was petrified. I mean the mountain is huge! The whole drive there, I was contemplating jumping out of the car and running for safety, but I stayed in the car and waited it out. My boyfriend kept reassuring me that I would be OK, and that he would protect me and teach me. He is a fantastic snowboarder and not much scared him. We arrived, and the closer to the mountain we came, it seemed as it got bigger and bigger. We got all our equipment on, and headed to the mountain. I was shaking in my boots....literally! We started at the bunny hill for me and Sam. I fell at least 100 times, almost breaking my face 99 of the 100 times! They all laughed, so I laughed even though it hurt a little.
Next we decided to take it up a notch, I was feeling a little more confident. Sam and Brendan decided to venture off on there own so Matt and I headed to a different trail. I was really feeling like I could do this! We jumped off the ski lift, strapped our boards back on, and down the trail we went. I was really getting the hang of it! I was ecstatic! I hadn't fallen yet, and was cruising down the mountain. We got to this little bridge and for a moment I forgot how to steer. I was heading for doom and the edge of the mountain. All I could hear behind me was Matt screaming, "Steer, Steer, Steer." I screamed with fear, "I can't, I cant't." Next thing I knew, I was sliding down the edge of the cliff! Luckily the snow was so deep, I stuck to the side of the mountain, because I hadn't, I wouldn't be here today! I looked up with my arm in the air and called for Matt. The fear on my face matched the fear on Matt's face! Strapped to my board there wasn't much I could do, so with arms stretched I counted on Matt to rescue me. He did! I was so grateful he saved me! After he pulled me back up, he gave me a huge hug and said. "I'm so glad your OK! You really scared me!" Well I was scared too!
Now, we decided it may be a good time to head back to the lodge, grab some hot coco, and relax for a few minutes. After we sipped our hot coco, we headed back out for a couple more runs down the mountain. Matt thought it would be a good idea if he held on to me down the mountain. We were hand to hand, foot to foot, and got going pretty fast. Fear set in again, and I looked to him with a worried look. He said, "You are fine, just hold on to me, I got you." I was thinking ya right, I already fell down once! Next thing I knew I moved my feet a little too much and took both Matt and I out! Head first he dove into the snow, legs tangled together. By that point, he was a little ticked off. We decided to call it a day before either one of us died. We headed back to the lodge, returned our equipment, and headed to our room. He reflected on the day played Phase 10 then headed to bed to rest for the next day ahead of us. Our next day of snowboarding wasn't as dramatic, then we packed up and headed home. All our limbs and body parts still intact.
I don't think a description of a day with its high and low points really works as a narrative--a narrative has to have an issue, a problem.
ReplyDeleteNow if Matt had told you not to go where you went and you had gotten a little arrogant and decided to show him and then you'd gone over the edge--then there'd be the kind of thing that leads the reader to say, 'So how did he act about you doing exactly what he told you not to?'