1,000th Post!!!!

Thanks for all of you who have been following this space for the past 5 years. I can't believe we are already at 1,000 posts. Unfortunately, the first 999 have been lost in something called the Internet.

I'm tired as hell so this will be a short 1,000th post. Over the next 7 months or so, I'm hoping to turn this thing into a fun place to keep my experiences down in writing. I'm in the midst of rehabbing my shoulder after arthroscopic surgery to repair a torn labrum, so I'm kind of bored.

I first started snowboarding in the winter of 1993, in the snowboard mecca of the world, the suburbs of Philadelphia. I made my first board out of my old Nash Redline and some bike inner tubes. No edges and no real bindings, but damn it was fun. I'd had enough with sleds.

Back then, snowboarding was pretty new, at least to me, and low and behold chicks dug it. One dance to Inner Circle's 'Girl I'm Gonna Make you Sweat', during a CYO trip, with a girl from somewhere, and I knew that snowboarding had got me. That reminds me, I've got to get that song on this season's playlist.

I was going to give a long drawn out history of my snowboarding life but then I realized how bored I'd be if someone tried to make me read their story, unless they can land cork 1080s. Then I bet it would be pretty damn interesting.

So I'll make it short. Some of my best early snowboard memories involved my parents' Chevy Astro Van and friends making the 2 hour drive to the Poconos to ride. Then there was my first trip to Killington over my first winter break and using the worst fake id in the world to by an 18 pack on the way. Stories of the flaming log toss off that balcony never get old. Smart times! And who can forget riding in an afro and floral pants at my first Parrot Head Weekend at Sunday River. And I don't think anyone will ever forget the great Blue Whale versus 400 Polar Bears debate. That sh*t got heated.

But I digress. After some off and on years, I finally started getting back into riding seriously about 3 years ago thanks to my brother's new found goal to become a skier. Since then our small crew has made its way to Snowmass, Breckenridge, A-Basin, Vail, Keystone, Snowbird, and our mountains on the east coast and have had some great times along the way. I've got some fun memories from those trips but I've heard that blogs aren't about the past so maybe I'll share them with you on a lift some day. Its now Tuesday September 1st and it feels like the season is right around the corner. I'm looking forward to sharing some good stories, or so I hope, in the coming months.

More to come...