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I always thought that I would never ski. Why would I? I live in the south. For Father’s Day, no man in my family will ever get ski poles or curling equipment as a gift. Growing up down here, we never had much use for snow and ice and winter sports were just something you’d see on a commercial or the Olympics. As I got older, I noticed that people around me were leaving to go play in the snow, and returning with stories of mountain adventures. It would take a visit to Breckenridge, Colorado to convince me that I could snowboard, or why I should have taken a lesson first, or just listened to that voice in my head and stayed in the bar.
I’ve been to Colorado a few times, but it was always in the summer, when school teachers have nine free weeks to go crazy. Estes Park had been the destination each time and why not. Love that place! It is the dopest. Beautiful summer weather with a hike up an 11,000 ft peak. There is absolutely nothing better. This time, however, it was February and freezing. When you’re from the tropics, the cold and snow can be fun in small, very small bursts. Everybody in Breck was doing something outside. Playing on the delicious slopes with all manner of toys. With all my friends on the mountain, I decided to abandon my perch at the Gold Pan Saloon and purchase my first-ever lift ticket. It was time for me to carve the pow-pow. Whether you are an emergent snowboarder or a seasoned professional, hopefully you’ll find these tips poignant and useful.
Lessons In Poor Snowboarding
- Gear: Anyone who knows me knows I focus on fashion before safety. I’m not sure if I was wearing a baseball cap or a ski cap that day, but neither would have helped much considering how hard the back of my head hit the ground. And I thought snow was soft. Ski caps are fun to wear when the mercury drops below 60 on a Florida camping trip. Like bicycle trail riding, it only takes one low branch to convince you to wear a helmet. Also, blue jeans may look good on experienced athletes who never touch the snow, but for someone who is sitting in it all day, they make your butt cheeks freeze together. Not sexy.
- Ski club/Restaurant: Whatever they call it. It doesn’t matter that you can see it all day as you pull yourself down the mountain, it doesn’t get any closer. It’s not like I could go any faster. If you get heavy snow all over your board, remember not to bang it on a tree to remove it. The vibration may release more snow in the overhead branches and bring it down on you. Yes, that could really happen. If you are a beginner and you cheat the fates enough to make it to the lodge, don’t carry your board inside. Realizing that you passed everybody else’s boards and skis outside and you are the only one holding one at the bar can be rough. As if it wasn’t obvious enough already.
- Safety: Pay attention to what lift you get on. Apparently they have names or colors but pay attention, because it matters. Some go to places with guard rails and safety harnesses that enclose gentle slopes. Some go straight up the face of mountains before dumping you out on deserted, snowy crags. I figured even James Bond had to learn some things on the fly. How hard could it be? To the ski patrol, I must have looked like some kind of spastic flopping down the mountain. Even though the snowboard refused to go where I told it, surprisingly, walking was not an option either. You wouldn’t expect that. The snow where people were skiing was so packed, it was like greased ice, impossible to walk on without slip sliding away. The forest is also, not an option. You can’t walk down, hidden in the woods like a sissy, because the snow is six feet deep, straight out of a Lewis and Clark journal. I find it difficult to walk in snow up to my chest. You’d think there would be a nice, graded sidewalk for redneck imbeciles.
- Appearance: My beard was perfect as I carried by board down the mountain like a Sherpa. I should have been forced to shave off my man-beard after that sickly performance. I really don’t deserve to look as good as I do. Fortunately, I didn’t have to get rid of the whole package. It’s a breeze to keep everything tidied up. With the Schick Hydro 5 Groomer I can shave, groom, edge, and hydrate all throughout one shave. I sound like a Boca Raton lawn. As excited as I was to order that from my barber, now I can take care of it at home. This is the perfect Father’s Day gift. The Hydro 5 Groomer has a razor at one end and an adjustable power trimmer at the other. On the professional snowboarding circuit I often get asked to share a personal grooming secret. Well, there you go. Both fathers and sons…be well groomed.
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Hopefully, you could use these Breckenridge snowboarding tips. What is your best tip for snow sports?