So now that we are done discussing my sexual prowess, we can continue the story...
So I have ridden with Brett and Pat before, but I have never rode with Ryan, so I asked Pat, "what level of rider is he?"
Pat told me Ryan had been to Mt. Bohemia before, so I wasn't too concerned.
When we got to Loveland and bought our lift tickets, Ryan attached his to the primary zipper on his jacket, so that the ticket would whap him in the face when he zipped his coat up, and I started to get concerned. When he got off the lift and fell, I got more concerned. When he fell repeatedly on easyish terrain I got worried, and then when I noticed his leash dangling off his binding, I freaked.
Apparently, Ryan had only been snowboarding a few times before. I was in trouble.
As was bound to happen, we got separated. I ended up with Brett. Pat and Ryan were nowhere to be found.
Brett and I rode all over the place for about an hour. Then he shot that little video of me and started complaining that his hands were so cold that they hurt. Something about all the snow I sprayed all over him with his gloves off or something
So I rode Brett back down to the base so he could warm his hands up. He also had to figure out where he could receive a fax at Loveland (more on this later). So I left him and went out and rode a couple more hours solo until my hands were getting cold too.
When I had finished up, all three of them were waiting for me in the van, so we began the slow drive to Breckenridge.
We didn't even make the turn onto I70 before we got stuck in the snow. Brett had used the brakes too harshly and we slid off the road at the first turn. We got out and pushed the van back onto the road and then proceeded much more cautiously. When we got to Frisco, the snow was beginning to taper off.
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