Me, the Mountain, and a Snowboard

This past week I went Snowboarding in Colorado at Copper mountain. I seriously think that this was the best and most refreshing vacation I have had in a couple of years. I think the most comparable previous vacation was Florida 4 years ago. I never have been, nor will I ever be a fan of snow. I have only recently decided that it has usefulness, but only in the mountains. This trip was amazing, I was able to do things with the board that I should not have even been trying. The group that I was with is an amazing compilation of peoples. None of us are really similar in nature or in personality at all but some how we all get along pretty well. I am not about to get mushy, nobody wants that from me, especially not me. I hate being mushy.
There is something extremely freeing about speeding down the side of a mountain with only the slightest control of the friction that sticks you to the surface while looking out over the stacked stones of earth sharply pointing toward the heavens, miles above sea level, Surfing the heaviest clouds on earth. Grrr! If fear could stop you from anything don't let it stop you from moving fast without machines. There is nothing I've learned that is so exhilarating as speed and water, in any form. Get wet, get fast, or get both.