It may be somewhat ironic that I spend so much time snowboarding (15 riding days thus far) but have yet to blog about it more than a couple times this season. This season would be the one, though. I have a season pass to Mammoth – so it’s agiven that I do most of my riding there – but it’s my first time taking trips more than once elsewhere. There was Utah, and there was Whistler Blackcomb.
I’ve become conditioned to feel that adrenaline pumping at the mere sight of fluffy white from the sky.
I can’t help it.