I chose to Ski, because it seemed like a VERY bad idea to glue both of my feet to one board and slide down a hill standing up. Josh chose to snowboard. I think it's because he secretly thinks snowboarders are cool. It was so much fun! Except my instructor is now known as "Ilga the Ski Nazi". She was at least 65 years old, so I was thinking "good, she'll be nice", but she yelled at me pretty much the whole time, saying things like "I can do it, why can't you?? (Um, maybe because you're a ski instructor, and this is the first time I've ever even been this CLOSE to a pair of Skis!). I ended up getting the hang of it, and by the end of my two hour lesson, I could weave in and out of an obstacle course of ski poles that she had set up for me-- most of the time. If I got going to fast I would freak out and head straight for the bottom of the hill full speed ahead.
Josh was able to stand up on the snowboard and make it down the hill most of the way, which, from what I understand, is pretty good for your first time boarding- it's supposed to be "Harder to learn, but easier to master" than skiing.
All in all, we had a blast, but were only there for about three and a half hours before we were exhausted and ready to get Liam and head home. And, it was FREEZING. The high that day was 9, which is actually the warmest it's been since- I ran some errands early on Friday morning, and it was -12 when I left and the windchill was in the -20's. Brrr.

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