Kelly Canyon.... The Path of H E Double Hockey Stick!

This is Kelly Canyon. Beautiful right? Yeah, I didn't think so when we pulled up! I literally almost soiled myself when I saw the Mt. Saturday, March 15, 2008 Brandon and I decided to go snowboarding. I have wanted to do this for the longest time! I finally got up enough nerve to get everything together to go. Mind you, I don't own any kind of snow cloths, or a snow board or anything, but we go it taken care of. Brandon's friend from work let me borrow his wives snowboard and boots, and we went to Rigby to borrow Jens snow cloths. So I was set. I was going to be warm, and I was going to have a really nice board to use! I was stoked! I was going to get so many cute pictures for the blog.... Well, as you can see that didn't work out according to plan, and neither did most of anything else!

We went night skiing, so we didn't start heading up to Kelly until around 3pm. As soon as we pulled up I deiced that I didn't want to go anymore. But, Brandon made me because he had already bought the lift tickets. The first thing you see when you pull up is this huge hill, the side of Mt, and all of these preteen kids are flying down it at a million miles an hour! I was so scared! Luckily, to the left was this little slope. I mean it barely had an incline. That is what they call a bunny slope! So, I started to head towards that, and Brandon was showing me how to put my snow board on. I was feeling confident, there were these little five and three year olds who were just flying down one there skis and boards. I thought to my self " I can do this"...... Not so much! There was a rope pull that pulled you up this little incline and so once I got strapped into my board Brandon pulled me over to it and told me to just grab on...... So I did and I got about half way up and my board went into a divot and I fell! I had to roll out of the way so I wouldn't get plowed over by the five year old who was behind me.....I was so embarrassed, and so angry at my husband! I didn't know how to move the board. So, once I got out of the way I ripped of my board and yelled " I'm Done!" (This was just the first time, it was said several more times.) then I decided to walk up the rest of the way. Brandon finally reached me and then started to ask" why did you fall? Why did you take off your board?" I was so furious I couldn't even answer him. Then he got better, and he actually started to teach me how to do it. It was not pretty. He kept yelling at me "Stand up straight, you look like your taking a dump!" Then he kept using these snowboarding terms that I had no idea what they meant. After many falls I finally got down the bunny hill. Then Brandon tells me that it is time to go up the lift! I was scared out of my mind! I was not ready to go down the entire Mt, let alone get off the lift without killing myself! He assured me that it wasn't as steep as it looked, and that he would help me get off the lift..... Well, to his credit he tried, bless his heart, but I still ate it getting off he lift, and then I saw the path of hell! It was not an easy slope down, granted it was not the steep hill you see when you pull up to the resort, but there was still a huge hill that you could not even see the bottom of, and people who knew what they were doing were just flying past us. I felt like such an idiot! I was in every ones way, and I am really glad they knew how to get around me because I couldn't move to get out of there way! To make an already long story shorter, it took Brandon and I 2 and 1/2 hours to get down the Mt. I fell over a hundred times, and I broke down in tears twice. For normal people, they could get down the same way in about 30 min. I think I saw the same group pass us 4 times! The worst part was when I broke down I couldn't wipe my tears because all of my cloths I was wearing were soaking wet from the snow, and my gloves were wet, and my hands inside my gloves were wet from sweat, so I had to just let my tears freeze on my cheeks!

Everyone tried to tell Brandon and I not to go together. That we would fight, and not have a very good time. We should have listened to them! We are still married, but it did take a toll on us. Brandon was a lot better then me. He stayed calm, and he didn't even yell at me. I could tell that he was getting frustrated, but who wouldn't when you have some one yelling at you every five seconds?

However, at the end I started to get the hang of it. Either I got the hang of it, or I knew if I fell again I wouldn't be able to get myself back up! I am so incredibly sore it is ridiculous! Every muscle in my body is throbbing. Someday I would really like to go again because they say your first time is the worst, but once you get it you get it. So, I would like to see how well I would do the next time. But, I know my body is thankful that last weekend was the last weekend they were open, so we will just have to wait till next season....

Moral of the story: Don't have your husband teach you how to do something. Take lessons from a real instructor, and once you have learned then go out and have fun. Otherwise there will be blood, tears, and really bad words said that you didn't even know you knew!