Carvature. Carvation. Carvin up a Storm. Carvilicious.

I was trying to come up with more fun exclamations along with the above all day yesterday. For some reason, my second day snowboarding took me from making slow progress learning to stay upright toe edge on the bunny hill, to making gigantic progress on my first run down the steep stuff, to carving massive ruts in lengthy s's throughout the remainder of the day. It's actually kind of strange, I think the gentler slopes were actually making it more difficult to learn to be more effective at carving turns. Although the steeper stuff is more visually intimidating, especially since once you turn your board downhill you're going to start moving in a hurry as you try to make the turn, it actually made it easier to learn.

Don't get me wrong, I had some particularly ugly falls, along with my fair share of skid outs. Man did I have a good time though. Being able to go screaming down the hill yet be confident enough that you can carve a toe edge turn just before running into the tree/small child/fallen snowboarder/cliff/mud patch/obstacle in front of you is quite a rush. The people I went with were of varying skill levels, but we were all able to get up and down the mountain a bunch of times. Lift exits were as usual somewhat challenging, but on the whole we avoided taking each other out more often than not. Top eat on the day went to my good friend whose talent on skis is unfortunatley less than his talent in real estate. The express lifts are a bit challenging at first, and he managed to get laid out horizontal right underneath it. Overall though he improved dramatically during only his second day on skis. Unfortunately I managed to save my worst eats for the last run of the day, having almost avoided doing anything really painful until then. One involved me trying to travel too fast in a straight line (for some reason much more difficult than me than carving s's) and somehow flipping through the air landing flat on my back. My friend got a great view of this one and chimed in with a nice "ooooooooh that looked like it hurt" immediately following. The second is a classic example of why turning around to look behind you for your friends while hauling ass is not the best idea. I had slowed down a bit and was just plowing down heel edge with my board perpindicular to the slope when I made the mistake. Somehow I leaned too far forward digging in the front edge, and as most snowboarders know that meant an immediate and abrupt faceplant. This one my friends missed out on, but a few of the cute girls in the area asked me if I was okay. Nothing like a faceplant to boost your pride.

The road home was long, as we had to take a side trip to Temecula to switch cars and drop off one of the friends we'd picked up on the way up from where we'd spent the night in San Diego. I did catch part of a hot air balloon convention of whatnot in that area though, had been a long time since I'd seen those in person. A ride in one is of course on my life list of things to do.

I'm now very comfortable with most any kind of slope, although carving down the double diamond stuff is probably still out of the question, most anything else is great fun. Too bad it costs so much. :/ Note to self, even though wearing sunglasses gives you a really weird tan line everyone makes fun of, it's much better than the alternative which I tried yesterday. All evening and even this morning my eyes were more red than white, and although I don't have strange tan lines (albeit I am burned in a few areas of my face) the headaches were definitely not worth it. I will be Joe Cool in his shades on the slopes from now on.