Snowboarding at Hoodoo

It's been a long time since i've gone snowboarding, but Josh asked me to go a while back, and since my knee has been feeling better, i decided it was time to try it again. We set off way too early (at least for people who like to sleep) and got up to the Hoodoo ski lodge before the lifts were open. On the up side, we drove all the way up to the parking lot and only got stuck behind one semi driving up highway 20 - other than that, we hardly saw anyone. We got to the parking lot and were right up front (another first for me). We headed in, signed away our lives and got fitted for snowboards. Pretty soon we were waddling out to the lifts talking trash and stealing poles from skiers.

The first couple runs were on green runs, just to get our legs back under us. I hadn't boarded in somewhere around 6 or 7 years and Josh hadn't in about 10 - so at first, we looked like rookies. That didn't last long, on our second run we were pulling backside 1080s off phat cliffs - oh wait, that was what i watched on the X Games ...

After a couple runs and surprisingly little time, we headed to the lodge to catch our breath and drink some go-juice. Man-oh-man were we styling in the lodge ... we were fighting off lodge-bunnies left and right.



After a couple mins, we were back to shredding. Somewhere in the mix, we decided we should take the big chair all the way up to the top. There were some great views, and thankfully one blue run (the others were black, and we weren't quite on our games yet).  

We were convinced we had somehow learned to jump in the past couple non-riding years, and come to find out, we hadn't. But we gave some great tries, and wound up getting snow in places snow doesn't feel good.

A couple more runs and it was lunch time. A fist-full of cash later, we had lunch in hand and perhaps some spilled down our fronts. At those prices, i would have expected some steak, but oddly enough they fleeced us, then had us stack our trays on the way out. Back to the white-stuff. By this time we're strutting like we own the place - hitting jumps and sticking landings - well, at least hitting some jumps.

Not too long after, and perhaps because we were trying to land some jumps, my knee started talking to me. It was saying things i didn't want to hear, but things that needed to be said. So we called it a day and headed back down.

Good day!