Aug 2006 07
Brandon is not a happy man. He’s physically exhausted and is having difficulty breathing. He is verbally abusing the mountain, claiming the situation to be “ridiculous” among other, less flattering terms.
I’m not faring much better. I’ve just lost my footing and am flying down a steep slope at alarming speed, clinging to my snowboard with my left hand and desperately trying to halt my descent with my right. It’s times like this that I wonder why I chose a snowboard over skis. Our Japanese friends, (who are all of the two plank discipline), have made short work of the steep traverse and are now sitting in sun, patiently waiting for the two snowboarding foreigners to play catch up.
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