Today pow!!! I’ll take it! After pulling my sore and cut up
feet reluctantly out of my flip flops and cramming them into my ski boots.
After reminding myself that yes, I do know how to ski, my dad and I went and
shredded. No more drowning in the surf. No getting rocked so hard you forget to be freaked
out. No more getting put through the washing machine on the inside of the surf break. Just face planting in the powder.
A few times. Once on the flats, once on the middle of a
mogul run in front of a crowd, and once from a stationary position. But, between all
the over the handlebars moments, there was powder. Nice, sweet, Steamboat
powder. Yum.
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