Sorting Through the Clutter
If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this...
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Sorting Through the Clutter If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this... |
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Thursday, February 12, 2009 I love the big bus-tour ski/snowboard trips. Although I'm beginning to feel like I'm slowly getting to old for it :P I don't know how many more years of "10-hour bus rides to the mountain" I have left in me. It was super fun though. Went to Jay Peak, Vermont for a long weekend (took the Friday off work) and had a blast. Jay Peak it known for it powdery snow conditions and its glades. I don't do glades. See, I'm a snowboarder. BUT, this trip totally changed that. I fell in love with swooshing in and around trees. The powder was AWESOMELY deep and fluffy. So it felt like you were surfing over cotton balls (or cute little white bunnies). And when you're stuck deep in the glades, there's no sound. It's so silent and peaceful...feels like you're lost in the wilderness. Which actually DID happen on one of the runs. I almost fell through the snowy surface into the river running silently underneath it :O It was pretty scary...because I got separated from my friend. So for 20 minutes, I was in my own episode of Survivorman. (or Survivorwoman) :) Made it out eventually, using my snowboard as a toboggan/makeshift bridge. Yay for snowboarding. I heart it. Labels: Globetrotting, I hated Gym class posted by Jenn | 9:42 PM |Wednesday, February 27, 2008 I heart travel. Yes, even if it's just within Canada and/or slightly over the US border. Well 10 hours slightly over the US border, in a car. But we have good music and good snacks (thanks to SC) so it was manageable. :) So Feb 7th saw me flying off to Whistler!! WHISTLER!!! OH. MY. GOODNESS. The powder. It was AWESOME. Like 'I'm-surfing-over-several-feet-of-powder-snow" awesome. That is until I catch some sort of edge and go launching head first into the several feet of snow. I never thought I was utter the words "This is too much powder". See the little dots in the distance..those are people skiing down through the endless amount of fluffiness.  Popping painkillers like mad, because I wanted to keep going. Yes, it was THAT much fun. I miss it. I wanna go back. I returned to Toronto for one day before heading off to the big apple. Haven't been there since 2005. But this time, we had more time to explore and experience the city that never sleeps. Saw Avenue Q, shopped on Canal street, had the best guacamole on earth, bumped into kmak in Times Square, coveted Dior bags, ate delicious food, partied it up in West Village.  February 2008 was one of my favourite months this year :) I got to go on exactly the kind of trips that 'big-city girls who love the open mountain air' like to go on. Labels: Globetrotting, I hated Gym class posted by Jenn | 1:12 AM |Tuesday, March 20, 2007 Today was my department's Ski & Snowboarding trip to Mount St. Louis Moonstone - planned by yours truly :) It was a perfect day to be outside - brilliantly sunny and hovering a degrees below zero. Any other day this week and we would have been riding and skiing through slush. Funny thing happened in the morning, as I was waiting for some of the stragglers to come in (one of the downsides of being an organizer) (Two guys are walking down the hallway toward us) me: Hi, are you two part of guy#1: Nope. me: Oh sorry, we're waiting for a few other people to show up and I don't know what they look like. guy #2: So did Hmm....no wonder the big banks aren't getting much sympathy from people these days. They probably think that the bank pays for their employees' ski trips with their ATM fees. Labels: Grown Up Stuff, I hated Gym class, Life and the City posted by Jenn | 10:49 PM |Friday, August 04, 2006 I'm so glad I got back into dragonboat this summer. I didn't realize how much I missed it. I love that feeling of competing and of pushing yourself to your physical limit. The rush of adrenaline that surges when you feel that you've got nothing left. The last 100 metres is intense. Every muscle strains and gasps for oxygen. And that's the moment it become a mental feat. This picture captures us mid-race. It almost looks like I have some muscle definition ;)  This is part of the crew I paddled with in Montreal.  Of course: work hard, play harder :)  Last race of the weekend.  Labels: Grown Up Stuff, I hated Gym class posted by Jenn | 1:31 AM | |
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