Drove up from CO to ski Jhole for 3 days. 1st run my binding exploded in the pipe. Ended up having to buy some demo bindings for almost 80 still so I could ride, and get used to them fast while trying to crush some good terrain. Had weird pressure points and my feet would go kind of numb. Still had a blast.
Also was trying to go to jhole a month or so before. I had to work but he had off a day more than me so went up early. On the way up my car shit out in the middle of nowhere by steamboat and I spent all night in my car in a sleeping back with hand warmers. Then paid a shit ton of oney to get towed back home.
When I was like 6 or 7 we were eating dowstairs in the lodge. I slipped on the wet steps, dumped all my food, and took the ride of my life. I cried a bunch. No more lunch money, no more food, and a sad day all around.
3 years ago some sidejumping demon girl smashed into my brand new board and broke it. I was making sure she wasn't dead and then helped her get her skis on, only to realize after my board was toast.
Somebody fucked up the papers for the ski club in school and they didn't have my form. I had all my gear on, and had to get off the bus. I cried.
Idk, I think everyone that does anything enough will have some bad times. I'm sure I have at least a thousand good days at the mountain so I can't complain.
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