Of Rice patties and Ski Resorts, aka "Oh my poor old body"
On the way to Hakuba 47, in Nagano, part of the many sites of the '98 Olympics.
My body has finally recovered from my latest attempt at boarding. The gondola lets everyone off at the jump park, and although my coworker wanted to work on his jumps, I wanted to remember how to put my board on! I attempted to navigate down the park to get to another chair lift, at which point he felt the need to say "lets get you out of here before someone gets hurt" or the like. I fully agreed, with jumps and flying bodies all around and I couldn't remember how to turn! Things improved a lot throughout the day, and what I had learned before finally came back. It was a beautiful warm day, and the deep, soft, melting snow made a wonderful cushion for my tumbles and rolls. I was literally soaked through the rented snowpants to my underwear. (Good thing I brought I complete change of clothes, considering I had to ring out my clothes afterwards!) Twas a great (wet) day, especially since I didn't hurt until afterwards.