That's the size of the bruise near my tailbone when I took a hard fall snowboarding last Monday. It's still a little sore, but at least now I don't have to slowly lower myself into seats. We had a lot of fun that day. In the morning Jen showed me how to ride on my heels, which I picked up pretty quick. After lunch our afternoon instructor, Malibu Mike, showed us how to ride on our toes. Then he showed us how to 'link' our turns, so we could ride heels-turn-toes-turn-heels and look really cool as we go down the bunny slope.
After an hour on the bunny slope, it was up the mountain. Five minutes down a green when I was riding on my toes, I tried to turn and leaned back. Bad mistake, especially when you're going somewhat fast (for a first day snowboarder). My downslope edge caught the snow and whipped the board hard out from under me, slamming my backside down onto the packed slope. I think I bounced a few times. My hat stopped an arms length out of reach.
The rest of the afternoon, every time I fell down it hurt quite a bit. But, no pain, no gain. At least, that's what I was thinking when we were halfway down the mountain. After going down a slope and linking my turns ("awesome, man!" shouted Mike), I saw a lady and her son near a small grove of trees in the middle of the slope. A pair of skis crossed in the snow. As I impressively managed to stop just upslope of them, I asked if they needed any help. They did. I could now see her daughter lying prone in the snow, against a trail sign and a few trees. She had lost control and slammed into the grove.
So I waved Mike over, who with his walkie talkie called the ski patrol who was there in about 10 minutes. The injured girl could still move her head and limbs, but her right hip hurt a lot. Hopefully nothing too serious. As we prepared to head down the slopes, leaving Mike and the Ski Patrol with her, we heard that she had broke one of her skis from the impact.
I decided that maybe "no pain, no gain" wasn't the wisest approach to snowboarding after that. I was rather timid and it took me a few minutes on the board before I felt confident of linking my turns without losing control. As the sun set behind the mountain and the slopes grew icy, it took a little more concentration to reach the base.
In the last couple of years we've gone to Breckenridge, Steamboat Springs, and Copper Mountain. Copper is a great mountain to learn on. Beginning runs on one side of the mountain, intermediate in the middle, and advanced on the other side. Expert at the top. It's easy to get down the mountain and not accidently end up on a run above your skill level. I think Steamboat is probably the best, except that when we were there it was like in the 50s at the base in February. I bet with colder temperatures and fresh snow, Steamboat would rock. Breckenridge was fun, better than Copper for number of runs and nightlife. And microbrewed beverages.
The conference was fun, lots of interesting papers. My A&M profs there recognized me and asked if I had gone to graduate school yet. They seemed slightly disappointed that I had not, but, hey, I was there to present a paper anyways. My presentation went okay... I don't think it was my best. There was only one person in the audience with some knowledge on the matter and he asked a question or two afterwards. Estimating the risk to the public is not something they usually teach us in university; the process is unfamiliar to much of the aerospace community. I did get to meet the people from JPL and Langley whom I will be working with on the Stardust mission which lands in Utah in January 2006. They're a great bunch, should be good.
Today Jen's judging a Science Olympiad along with our friends Ron and Buzz. I'm off to Katy to hang out with some of my friends from high school. We're going to a gun range, since Ben has never fired a gun before. Since he wants to be a Hollywood screenwriter, it's probably best he has some idea of how guns really work before he tries to write the next action summer blockbuster.