FSG...Future Snowboard Godess

Late in the evening on February 19th of this year, or maybe it was early in the morning of February 20th, it was a rockstar kind of night that way, I stood at the bottom of a hill in Wisconsin, looked up at the black night sky and thought “so this is what it’s like to breathe again.” What had begun as an off handed request to a friend made in a spontaneous moment spurred on by the kind of existential dread that seems to come along with separation and divorce, landed me at Trollhaugen with a group of people I did not know, except for the aforementioned friend, in the middle of the night, having just made it down the hill on a snowboard for the first time in my life. Now, granted, there was no style involved, unless you count laughing and falling simultaneously as a style, but I did make it down in one piece and made some great new friends that night. The next Sunday, I took my first real lesson at Hyland and was hooked from the word go. I’m not sure why, other than that for too long, I’ve been listening to people tell me what I can’t, shouldn’t or couldn’t do and snowboarding was right up there on the top of that list. So I’ve decided this is the year to test my metal. Next up, paddle surfing at Lake Calhoun, who’s with me?