Tahoe Un-Groomed

While our last post was about technique in the toes, our new post is about the refined style of newly intermediate snowboarders. There is no way around this — our falls are still hard, painful, and bruising to our pride. Jamie may have suffered a slight concussion, and my sacrum still feels detached. But we discovered the simple pleasures of powder: the un-groomed slopes, and the white cushions that settle between the trees. We felt the most adventurous this past weekend, and Teddy was our inspiration. If he wanted to weave between the trees, so did we. If he jumped off a slope, then so did we. Or, at least, we attempted to do all of the above. This weekend was particularly special, as we kept doing slopes to perfect them. We re-did hills to re-do jumps. We created snow angles and drank hot cocoa as we made stops down the slopes. It was the most playful, and the most carefree of afternoons.

Afterwards we snuggled up in the cabin, taking turns on the Eames Lounge, eating popcorn as movie night commenced. The next day was full of ice cream, walking along the sands that line Northern Tahoe beaches, with Boo prancing around in the nearby snow patches. Looking back, it was a perfect romance with Tahoe.