A soft expansive pillow of celestial white draped its seductive lures over my imagination, and soon, a week had drowned in anticipation; my holiday was nigh.
We stayed at the High Country Mountain Resort. Ever descriptive in title, this humble nook of eternal calm is situated on the range, overlooking a picturesque valley, surrounded by a dazzling 180° mountain-scape.
Snowboarding rocks my socks, and several of my joints, my skull and most of my muscular structure. It is easy to be bold when injuries are unlikely to be superficial.
The snow in a word, beautiful, perhaps not the soft, natural furnishing that I had envisaged, but still an overwhelming experience, grandeur at every crest. The people were great, and the sport shall remain with me as long as this bruise on my leg; my calf had a slight altercation with a snowboard.
I lost some shit, cost an arm, but who cares. I would trade it for nothing!