Now, just getting right into it whilst I’m still fired up, as a skier – I try to be open-minded about snowboarders and not make my catch phrase “I hate snowboarders” but after today I’m a bit crabby. I was on my last run for the day, and it was in a slow zone and a snowboarder came up from behind, smashed into me – I had no warning, and went flying (and screaming). The snowboarder got my poles for me, and took off. A kind lady who had seen what happened came down to make sure I was okay, I was alright. It had hurt, but I eventually got up. So, now I’m ranting. I want to clarify – if you’re a snowboarder, I probably like you because you’re my friend and I have nice friends. You probably go SLOW in a SLOW zone, and at the very least – if you are going to smash into a skier, try and shout some warning and help them up… it’s hard to get up when you’re a mess of skis and poles. And make sure they’re okay, the force of that took the wind out of me and Mum was halfway down the slope, and was sure I’d broken a bone.
Anyway, my rant over I will focus on other things that happened today. We seem to be starting a bit earlier each day with our skiing, and today Mum and Dad hit the slopes early and Jonathon and I went up not too much later, but you know – Jonathon requires his beauty sleep. I was up shortly after Mum and Dad left, not doing a lot, lying about and I look out the window and double take – it’s SNOWING! Very excited I bound over to Jonathon and tell him, he grunts and rolls over. I tried to take photos of the snow, but it’s difficult.
Jonathon eventually woke up and we began our day. We headed up the gondola to discover heavy snow, terrible visibility and extremely icy conditions. Of course, we kept going, but it does sort of beat your confidence a bit. Mum and I started a run and I went splat and of course, she couldn’t stop laughing. I was in a perfect position to stand up but I am too weak/was laughing too much and it all proved very difficult and took a very long time.
The mountain was a bit busier today, and will get busier tomorrow. I had broccoli and cheddar soup for lunch again (delicious) and after lunch actually the visibility was a bit better. We did a couple more runs, there’s not much really more to say – slid down a hill on two pieces of fibreglass. Then I had my encounter with a snowboarder, which we don’t need to say anymore about and finished up for the day. Mum and I were the last people to go on the chairlift, Dad saw us from below and asked the lift operator if he could get on but was told he couldn’t, which is funny because to get the lift you need to go down a hill, and I’ll bet he was tired. Dad and Jonathon skied on home, Mum and I came down a bit later and came home to find out they weren’t here. We wondered if they were lying with broken bones, but didn’t care too much as we wanted to have a shower. No, I joke. We did want to have a shower, but we thought they were okay. Later, we found out they’d been in a pub, enjoying a Canadian beer.
We’ve just been informed that Gabi and Lance have arrived, and we will all go out for dinner to celebrate Lance’s “significant birthday” and I can’t wait to hear about his new dog. The only problem is, to go out for dinner means we have to walk… something I believe I am incapable of doing.
One last thing I have to say is that Whistler is beautiful, particularly with fresh snow. It’s like an Alpine Winter Wonderland, that all Australian kids dream of.
So what have we learnt today? Well, if you want me to dislike you; be a mean snowboarder. If you want me to like you, make me broccoli and cheese soup.
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