Snowboarding
When I was eight, I got my first snowboarding lesson. I fell every two seconds, nearly twisted my ankle, veered off into the woods, and bawled my eyes out by the time an hour passed, and I reached the base. Little did I know it would become my favorite winter hobby.
Heading Out West
After many years of only being exposed to the Midwest slopes, I finally, last year, went out west to the Rockies to take snowboarding to a whole new level. My trip to Winter Park, Colorado, changed my outlook on snowboarding. The terrain and views were breathtaking.