Another snowy day
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For those of you that are new to my world and my scribblings let me 1st say hi. Hi!. For those of you that have read before and would like to continue hi! For the stalkers amongst you. The people who seem to follow me where ever I go, who I am unable to detach myself from regardless of how far I travel and under whatever guise I adopt, 'leave me alone!'. No hi!
After the untimely demise of my previous blog site which had served me well over the years through NZ, Fiji, LA, France, Europe etc this has been sold to me as the new improved one. We shall see.
I do have to say its good to be back. Thats back in the sense of writing not back in the UK where the weather is grey and the chips are fat and greasy. Mmmm fat greasy chips, I miss you.
Lets start with the big event (for me) of the season.
The Break - It was a great day to board really. Good friends (hi Dave & Taz, yes I include you both in the stalker category), snow was a little icy, blistering sunshine and I was roaring. My riding resembled what a lion would look like if you dressed him in thermals and sent him out on the piste. RRRRrooooaaarrrrr. Super speedy, super confident, not an ounce of style but I didnt care. I was a lion and a quick one at that. The piste behind me was melting such was my speed. French veterans were standing and marvelling at this feline oddity who was dancing down the ice with such grace, right arm stretched out behind him in a tail like fashion to add that extra balance and to keep myself in the most streamlined position available.
All was good right upto the last run. Its ALWAYS the last run. Its was Grahams last run in the summer, It was Big Macs last run on the Col De Joux Plan. If there is a lesson I could instill on anyone it would be 'do not do the last run!'. You see not only was I roaring down the slopes I was also flying like an eagle. All the kickers (jumps) I had hit all day had been sweet and smooth.
Within that second you have to do your landing checks aswell which are not quite as thorough as the pre takeoff due to the fact that you are coming down, regardless of who or whats in the way. The only thing you can do is check your landing gear is down and your sphincter is in the brace position. Check and check!! TOUCHDOWN!!!! All went well. Thanks for flying Air Lion Eagle please disembark from the.......
Thats when it happened. I had landed. Me the Lion and the Eagle. Together in almost perfect harmony. What we forgot was to put the landing gear into the carve postion after landing. We were too busy accepting the roar and gratitude of the crowds, The thanks from anxious parents for not destroying their young. Heel edge. For the boarders out there, you know exaclty what I am talking about. For the non boarders imagine running backwards as fast as you can down a slope. Eventually your body will outrun your legs and the next closest part of your body will meet the ground very quickly and very hard. Its normally your coccyx. If you hit that hard enough you can get an instant headache and whiplash without too many difficulties. So there I am starting to fly backwards down an icy slope. The lion in me trying to be feline and not land on his arse. Cats dont land on their arses do they. So my tail is flailing aroud trying to turn myself with little joy. The eagle in me had flown. It could see the impending doom that was about to transpire and bailed out. His last comment was that we should have been daring and soared rather than roared but what did he know. Me and the lion were gonna survive this. It was my tail/arm that hit the ice first. With such force that it blew my titanium watch strap off. There was no enormous crack, no blinding pain, no life flashing before my eyes just a sick feeling of something in Dave world no longer being correct and a chronic feeling of nausea.
After looking down at my now limp tail it was obvious from the shape that it needed a little TLC and some bed rest and maybe some screws and morphine. Lots of morphine. The lion in me was now a pussycat with a busted tail. He looked like a wet cat. No longer all proud just disgusted in himself.
And thats how I did it. Me and the lion spread out on the ice like some weird sort of crying sand/ice sculptor. The eagle sitting in the tree laughing at our inability to fly, well not fly but land.
As I have now had my wings clipped and am not supposed to be doing anything for a while I will try and write some more about the friends we have had out etc....
I will also post some photos.
Hope you enjoyed. Tune in next week for....... who knows.