Sea of white

I've been meaning to post this for a while now...

In February, a German family invited me to go skiing with them in the Austrian Alps. They told me that I'd just have to pay for the room, all else was covered-so I jumped at the invitation. My family could never be described as mountain people... all of them inhabit one swamp or another, so I am relatively new to the ski/snowboard scene (I think I've snowboarded 3 times before). Anyhow, we get to the Tirol district of Austria, which is nestled in the alps, and you should have seeen the ski lift. The ride lasted 20 minutes and took me approximately 6 thousand feet up the mountain, where it then let me off. I was terrified. Here I was, hardly coordinated enough to stand up with a snowboard, let alone ride one down the whole freaking mountain. But I tried. I fell all the time. There was one particular fall where I went over a ledge, dropped 10 feet, LANDED it, and was so shocked that I was still standing that I fell. Getting up, I noticed that my snowboard was red, the pants the family found for me were red, my rain jacket, the only water proof thing that I brought to Germany=Red. If I were to have viewed the shot of me from above, a red fleck lying in a sea of white, I would have thought someone was filming a Kotex commercial.Haha, I guess my slogan would be..."If I had a pad with wings, I wouldn't be in this situation."
I took me 45 minutes to get down the mountain, and I tried it 4 more times until my quad muscles felt like they were going to snap in half. The next day= couldn't move. I am alive though, so that is really the only thing that matters!