Due to our strict budget and Christmas gift spendage, we haven’t legitimately gone snowboarding yet this season, unless you count hitting the slopes of our yard. Which I don’t. But last night we broke free from the bondage of Dave Ramsey, and had some warranted fun. Despite the subzero temps and near blizzard conditions, we drove 3 hours round-trip in order to frolic about in the elements… something I’ve looked forward to since the lifts closed down at the end of last season. Note: one downfall of living in absolutely the middle of nowhere, is that we have to drive a substantial distance to find any legitimate snowboarding. But we DO live in Iowa, so I can’t complain too much. Once Dave Ramsey helps us get out of debt and become independently wealthy, we can buy a condo in Colorado. Until then, Boone, IA is our vacation destination.
The night ended abruptly when my betrothed’s binding snapped in an unfortunate wipe-out that I WISH I had caught on video, because… it was epic. A huge cloud of white, with an occasional hand or foot flailing out, for a good 5 seconds. After chiding myself for finding humor in his demise, I expertly boarded over to his side to make sure he was okay. Thankfully, the only thing broken was his binding and his pride.
And then we headed back home so I could kiss his boo boo’s. 🙂