Last month, I had a free Saturday (those are few and far between) so I made plans with some friends to go snowboarding. But as time passed, my calender got busier, and I discovered that I had another obligation...A service project from 10-2. Right in the middle of the day. And I thought that all was lost. I was ready to call off the trip, and was talking to my friend Ryan, who was kinda the trip organizer, and he said that he actually enjoys night boarding better because there are fewer people, and the sun isn't beating down on you. So, we decided to give that a try...and then we found out that Ryan, who often works nights, would be working out of the state Friday night, and coming home Saturday afternoon, and I was ready to call it off again. He insisted that it would still happen, but I feared for the worst. True to my name, I'm full of doubt.
But it did happen! We finally made it to Mountain High at 7:30pm, and had a blast sliding down the snow on our butts! Well, not all of us...some people had been before, and were really good at it...mostly it was just me scooting down the bunny slope. But I'd definitely do it again if I got the chance!!!