Snowboarding For the First Time

Thank god I brought my savvy little sister with me because I wouldn’t have had anyone to affectionately choke while riding on the ski lift. Yes folks, I did it, I actually rode on a ski lift and jumped off the wobbly hanging bench and at top speed banked down snow summit’s bunny slopes. It was my first time snowboarding and what a time it was. I grabbed my sister and close girlfriend Chris and we traveled deep into the San Bernardino Mountains to spend the day with nature.

I’ve always loved the snow. The way you feel when you’re in it makes you feel like a kid again, or at least that’s the way it effects me.

Arriving at the mountain I wondered how hard it would be to snowboard for the first time. But as soon as I got my ski tag and looked into his eyes, I knew it would be a day I wouldn’t soon forget.

His name was Chris. He was 28, stood about 6’2 and had the most piercing blue eyes I’d ever seen in the snow. His hair was unkept and curly and he wore a yellow instructor jacket. Chris invited me and my friends to his snowboarding course that was to take place in the next fifteen minutes. I politely declined but found myself standing along side his eager-to-learn students twenty minutes later. I didn’t think much of the fact that the hottest guy on the slopes was actually my instructor, but as the day went on, it was apparent that he was the one...for that day at least.



After a couple of Jager shots I took back to the slopes. This time bouncing on my ass trying to balance. But every time I fell, like an angel of sunshine that yellow jacket appeared and Chris rose me to my feet and guided me down the mountain hand and hand. Looking into his eyes as we slid across the ice made me sure that he thought I was the most special student he’d ever encountered.


Thank you Chris for making my first time memorable, unlike the jerks before you.