Winter and I have a love-hate relationship. Most of the time he’s rather dull and unattractive, but from time to time we actually get along with one another.

For many, the winter months are dull, dreary, and dead not to mention cold and frustrating. I can’t say I disagree. To help me get through the season, I picked up snowboarding. I remember I was a freshman in high school (I went to Dieruff) when I joined the ski club because I wanted to learn how to ride. My first attempts were pathetic to say the least. Blue Mountain’s Burma Road, the bunny slope, and that slow-moving double chair (at the time it was intimidating) were as far as I would venture. Who needed the other side of the mountain, anyway? Despite many a fall and bruise, I was determined to learn how to carve on my front side and back side and make it down the mountain spill-free.