My blogging has taken a hit in the recent weeks. This is mainly because I'm a lot busier at work lately. This is good. I would have more time to do this at home if it weren't for SSX3. Those who have played the game understand, those that haven't are missing out, ha ha.

This weekend I went to Mammoth for some snowboarding and bruising. I made it up there just before the storm hit which is good since I don't have chains. Anyways, I like snowboarding, but I'm probably not serious enough about it to buy my own gear. I only go about once or twice a year and those times are only because my friends are going. Snowboarding is one of those things where it's fun, but when you're done for the day, you're glad you're done. I could never do two days in a row. I'm so sore after the first day, all I want to do is relax. Usually I get the most soreness from snowboarding, but Sunday I went innertubing and discovered there are more dangerous things to do in the snow...

The hill wasn't that steep and it gradually leveled out. There was only one obstacle which was a small bump about 2 feet high near the bottom. From two hundred feet up the slope, the chances were pretty slim I would ever hit that bump. Russ, my tubing partner, agreed. We actually didn't use a tube. We bought this jumping play pen for kids which kinda looks like a kiddie pool (basically an innertube with a floor). So, Russ and I sat in it and took off. We picked up alot of speed, then we turned around backwards, but we turned around again just in time to see that little bump right before us. It was a lot bigger close up. We were screaming the entire time. Then we hit it and all I saw was white. This is mainly because I was upside down about 10 feet in the air. About 30 feet later, I hit the ground. Snow might be soft, but it's still hard when you land on your head. I brought myself to my feet, still a bit dazed and saw Russ who was a good distance away from me. We both laughed so hard. Either it was because we were so happy from surviving or from the sheer thrill (or terror) of the experience. Anyways, our friends watched in silence wondering if we were alive or not until we cheered. Then our friends decided they would try it against our advice. Watching other people do it made me cringe. Every jump looked totally brutal. If I hadn't done it first, I would never have done it. One loose tooth, one bit tongue, one scraped forehead, one wind knocked out, and one scraped neck later, everyone got it out of their system. Only Harrison tried it twice and managed to not get hurt both times. For everyone else, once was enough. We got video of every jump. There is no audio on my jump so unfortunately you can't hear the contrast of screams of terror followed by the cheers and side splitting laughter of joy. I'll let you know when it's online. Anyways, my back, ribs, and neck are sore, but I've felt this sore before when I was new to snowboarding. Somehow I feel like the number of years I have left to do this kind of stuff are very few.