On The Piste.

So yesterday Debbie, Dru and I went snowboarding up at Mount Seymour. On Mondays in January, February and March they have girls ride free so we just needed to pick up a voucher and we got free lift passes! We still had to pay for equipment rental but still pretty sweet none the less. I had work 10.30-3 and had to work an extra half hour so was pretty stressed when I left but was soon in the snowboarding spirit. It took a couple buses but we got there in plenty time.
I was pretty worried that I was going to be really, really unable to do anything and break lotsa bones but I was in the mood to try it anyway. And it turns out I'm not all that bad at all. Took a bit of getting used to having my feet tied together and I was a bit shaky getting on and (especially) off the chairlift but they only needed to slow it down once for me. When I was at the top of the hill I didn't find it too tricky to get my balance and managed to grasp falling leaf on my heel side fairly quickly, which allowed me to go down the hill at a decent speed.
I tried going on my toe side but my board kept switching round and I always seemed to end up just going straight down with my left foot forward which isn't what I wanted to happen (because I ride goofy, y'see). So there's some snowboarding lingo for yous all.
On my third run my right leg started hurting from all the squatting so I decided that was enough for me so waited at the chairlift for Dru when she came down and then Debbie after she did another run. Then we got the shuttle bus back down the mountain and the 211 which said Vancouver on the front. Except what happened was the bus driver of the 211 was the biggest jerk ever and never had any intention of going to Vancouver and we ended up back by the mountain, the last people on the bus when he shouted last stop. So we asked him what the f*ck and he was like it never said Vancouver on the front and we'd have to wait 20 minutes (outside, in the freezing cold) for him to faff about for a while before he drives the same bus back to the exchange where he allegedly told everyone who wanted to go to Vancouver to change onto a number 4. Anyway, eventually he came back and drove us to the exchange where a 4 came immediately and we had a nice bus driver to take us back downtown. Then a 15 came pretty quickly too and we made it home around 12.30am after leaving the mountain at 10.
Here's some pictures.

Debbie looking smooth with her goggles

Me looking like a pro

Dru and Debbie

Debbie carving it up

The run with Vancouver in the distance

Debbie on the chairlift

The view from the chairlift (bit blurry because we were moving)

My tiny tiny feet in their boots and bindings

Me looking rad

Some more view

The chairlift (queues were huge)

The moon and the trees

So in conclusion, I enjoyed snowboarding and -although I'm in varying amounts of pain today- would definitely do it again.