Sunday December 28th 2003, 7:51 pm
snow
snow
I went on the first snowboarding expedition of the season solo. I made my way up to the mountain bravely, without the benefit of any sissy chains.
…until I was 1/4 of the way up the driveway to Mount Hood Meadows, that is. That was when I found myself sliding backwards, slowly, and still refusing to give up on the idea that my car would climb a steep, snow-covered slope without the benefit of snow tires. I tried it twice before I resigned my efforts and turned around. I drove about three or four miles back to a parking lot and put on chains. Everthing got better from there, however, because I got to the mountain and proceeded to shred it. It was nice. I got air and when I fell it was into sweet, sweet powder.
