The German mountain plow (aka ME)

So... after spending 6 hours (spread out through last month) in a snowdome where I live I got the chance to try out a real mountain with 5 others! The first day was awesome... I spent all day on a green/blue slope (easy-medium level) and though falling LOTS of times it was really fun.

It wasn't until next morning when I woke up that I seriously felt like someone had beaten me with a baseball bat... knees, bum, arms, ribs, head.. I think I managed to fall on everything... really, I have never had an entire bum cheek being perfectly blue/black before... damn that hurt..... so trying to reduce the pain I went sloooooooowww.... but was still great!

Last day I think I mentally got over the aches and after a bit of warm up (and a LOT of encouragement and instruction from Tony) braved a red slope (medium-difficult).

Well, here's the thing.... I didn't really snowboard down it, it was more like... ehhhh plowing.... my bum got a good massage from that. The top bit was rather steap but at the end of the day I felt like a champ when I finally got myself together... put on some speed and was flying down the slope and over the snow drifts and bumps!

The area was also very beautiful, the sun was out, no wind, everything great and the loveliest little cottages where you could eat lunch. One place though I seriously think that they deep fried everything, even the schnitzel, and have never seen one so big it took up most of the plate (sort of similar size if you take an American football and mash it flat... though it tasted better haha).