Just a lot of nothingness

This weekend we headed up to Whistler. Exciting times, as while we had gone up there before to party, this was our first time on the slopes. Nicky was headed off for a full day of lessons. And I was to brave the slopes alone. Now, I like to board alone, just me and my music. Same way I like to swim and workout alone, I just don’t need the distraction and I like total focus. But I forgot that the local mountains aren’t the same as resort riding and sometimes you like a buddy to throw yourself down beside and take in the views.

And what views there are in Whistler. It truly lives up to its reputation and is incredible. My first run was a mess, getting used to the rental board, I fell over and was hating it. Sometimes it can take me a while to get back into the flow, which is a flaw of my riding style. I don’t know if it’s lack of confidence or what. Definitely something to improve upon.

Lunch experienced a brief moment of weakness, thinking I’d pack it in and head back to the hotel hotub. We had gotten up at 5am to make the 6.30 bus, boarding was the last thing I wanted to do. But I regrouped and decided to discover the quieter runs, everybody seemed to flow down the same two main runs by the gondola. I like my space.

Some epic views and I serendipitously took the Harmony chairlift up to the Symphony area. Wo-ow. This was like something from a James Bond movie, a desert of snow and nothingness. Considering how packed the snow was down by the gondola, this was such a treat. There was only a handful of people on these runs at any time and it felt like owning your own mountain.

I took a video to show off how empty it really was. I’ve always wanted to go glacier boarding and this is like a taster of what that experience might be like. Yes, it’s shaky, consider that my auteur stylings.

Did I mention how incredible the weather was, the sun was high in the sky and people were slathering on suncream. I cruised down the mountain and while I took some hard falls, had an epic time.

I used to joke that ‘all my snowboarding injuries are emotional’. Pride, fear, frustration, the injuries you can’t see. But snowboarding can be an abusive lover. Check out that bruise, what a treat. Back pain and a bit of snowboarding whiplash too. However, ┬ánothing hurt as much as tonight’s Canucks loss. Bitter.

I’ve jumped on the Instagram bandwagon, can’t help messing about with those filters.