Rivers and Roads – The Head and the Heart | #notthemamawho

Rivers and roads
Rivers and roads
Rivers ‘til I reach you
Been talkin’ ’bout the way things change
And my family lives in a different state

We just got back from Colorado.

This trip had a little something for everyone, and a lot of something for me.

We saw family.family winter beaver creek snowball fightsisters friends winter beaver creek snowboard ski

It was so nice to be able to play in the snow since it was a balmy 37 degrees instead of, like, 8.

BJ got to try out his fan-say {arm motion} new board on a real mountain. It was BANANA MAGICAL. (That phrase is obviously begging to be yelled, thus the caps.)

I rode and shredded and GOT ON THE LIFT SUCCESSFULLY with minimal whining and none bloody noses! And I actually enjoyed it.

couple marriage snowboard beaver creek banana magic lib tech The last two times I went snowboarding were within a week after my respective miscarriages.  (The timing was just bad luck.) I was a bit of a basket case on both of those trips, but the trip to Telluride reeeallllly sent me over the edge. Figuratively, and literally. It’s important to note that I am giggling to myself as I sit here typing this… you’ll soon understand why.

Telluride is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been. But I had {possibly*} the ugliest day of my life there. We were there (from California) for a job interview, I wanted to move back to Kansas, I had a new board (that I had no understanding of, whatsoever), and, well, the other thing. I was a ticking time bomb.

(*the day Worth went all Poop-caso may have been worse…)

We headed to the lift, which happened to be one of those old wooden ones, you know, the kind that doesn’t slow down when it comes around to scoop you up? In an effort to be helpful, the lift operator swung the seat back to give us more time to get on…. only she lifted it so high that I couldn’t get my short rear on the seat. So, when she let go, instead of swinging gracefully into the sky and up the mountain…

…the seat hit me square in the back, I flew face forward onto the lift platform, and all I heard was a collective, “OOOOOOOO!” from the line of people behind us.

My friend Brooke said it best (after falling down dancing at my wedding reception), “it’s amazing how pain takes a backseat to embarrassment.” and ohmanissheright. Hahahaha. I mean, I’ve been skiing since I was 5 or 6, this wasn’t my first rodeo. Meanwhile, BJ  made it onto the lift and just far enough past the launch pad that I couldn’t ride with him. No worries, they sent a kindly rescue skiier up with me on the LONGEST LIFT IN THE HISTORY OF MOUNTAINS. Definitely not embarrassing at all. At this point, {and at this point} BJ was helping me off the lift a LOT. So I had this entire ride to dread the 20 car {human} pile-up that was going to be me getting {falling} off the lift, whilst everyone pitied my demise and shook their heads at the fact that I owned my own board, as I was clearly the most amateur amateur that had ever lived {and might possibly die that very day}. But I steadied my nerves, scooted to the edge of the seat, said goodbye to Kindly Rescue Skiier, glided gracefully over to where BJ was waiting for me, promptly caught my edge, and ate it so hard I didn’t get my hands down.

A bloody nose, 2 beers, and several thousand falls later, complete exhaustion set in and I had a meltdown that included the words, “JUST LEAVE ME HERE!” (A phrase I’ve been making fun of my brother for using since he was 4 and had the same meltdown on a mountain.) I undid my bindings and walked down the mountain intending to never look back. And I almost never did.

But here we are, a few years, a healthy baby, and a professional lesson later, and I love it. I had fun! It was more than I ever could have hoped for, and I’m so glad I tried again.

Maybe, just maybe, there’s a life lesson in there somewhere.

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One comment

  1. Anne · March 19, 2014

    Gorgeous photos! I always love a good snowboard trip! I haven’t gone since right before I got pregnant with my baby boy though (he’s almost 11 months now! agh!) I would love to go to telluride someday!

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