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Day 232: Hard Times in Jersey

February 15th · 6 Comments

As I type this post, my body vividly remembers yesterday’s maiden snowboarding trip to New Jersey, in the form of a stiff shoulder and a chest that is so bruised it hurts to exhale. Other memories are less painful.

For example, driving up Route 23 into the Kittatinny Mountains, Joo and her friend Bobbi snoozing in back and Paras at the wheel, playing jazz on the satellite radio. We examined the stands of bare trees for any sign of snow and found none. No problem; I had left my expectations at sea level. I learned to ski on the lofty, powdery heights of California’s Sierra Nevada and had been informed that East Coast snow is about as fluffy as pavement on the New Jersey Turnpike.

So we were pleasantly surprised to see man-manufactured snow covering the runs when the resort, Mountain Creek, finally came into view. We rented boards and discovered a few of the beginner runs had been groomed to – gasp! – a degree of softness.

I enjoyed a lift called Cabriolet, an open-sided gondola that stood six and afforded a view of Mountain Creek’s summer attractions, including waterslides and a cruel-looking terrain park for mountain bikes. On an early ride, a little voice next to us piped up, “Mind if I hang with you guys?”

His name was Vikas, a seventh-grader from Edison, New Jersey. (If you read this, buddy, send a shout out!) Edison is just an hour from the slopes and Vikas figures his career as a sponsored snowboarder is just a few years off. If that comes to pass, I will boast I tied his shoelaces.

He’s been riding three years, which is one year longer than I, but he fell even more often. Difference is that when Vikas fell he bounced up like a anime superhero, and when my six-foot-two frame toppled to the ice with a bone-jarring thud, I lay there moaning. Vikas looked at me curiously, as if to say, “What’s your problem?”

We tore it up until the night lights came on and ice paved over the slopes. Today we’re paying the price: Joo nurses a fat purple lip, a bruised butt and a whiplashed neck, and I have my litany of complaints. Yet we already are planning a return to the not-so-high heights. Perhaps next time we’ll take the New Jersey Transit bus that goes straight to the slopes from the Port Authority bus terminal.

Tags: East Coast v. West Coast · Encounters with Nature · Getaways · Sports

6 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Vikas Munjal // Feb 15, 2009 at 7:09 pm

    Hey David I read the post. Thanks for remembering me. You’re a very good writer. I enjoyed your company. Message me if you guys head back to the mountain maybe i could tag along. Tell Anjali i said hi.

    Thanks and Regards,
    Vikas

  • 2 Anjali // Feb 16, 2009 at 2:52 pm

    Daviddearie, It’s more like a bruised lip and a fat purple butt!! Good thing Bobbi didn’t post that picture to Facebook. Not something a 7th grader should see… even if he is my long-lost cousin.

    My intern did a CoreFusion workout yesterday, and can barely stand. I’m hobbling around the hospital today with what I’m convinved is a fractured sacrum. This is why doctors shouldn’t get three-day weekends!

    Thanks for the trip, my sno-buddies! xo, Joo

  • 3 Meredith Medland // Feb 16, 2009 at 3:23 pm

    You guys sound great. I love the stories. Thank you! Remember to use arinca on those brusies!

  • 4 Ariel // Feb 16, 2009 at 8:25 pm

    Dave- Turning the hard corner to 40 makes things like snowboarding a little bit more painful. Anjali- what’s your excuse?
    love, A

  • 5 Les // Feb 17, 2009 at 2:51 pm

    I think we finally have more snow than New Jersey!

  • 6 Vivienne // Feb 18, 2009 at 3:37 pm

    Happy birthday David!! (It IS around now, isn’t it??) Ah, I remember you had a salsa party at our apartment, once upon a time. 😀 Here’s to a fulfilling year ahead!

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