Snowboarding down the white slopes

I am sitting in the bus back home. Reminiscing about the awesome two days of snowboarding I had.

We arrived friday really late. My employer forgot to calculate in the traffic, the fact that the busdrivers needs a mandatory stop every 4 hours and the fact that a bus goes 80Km an hour instead of 200km/h he goes in his jaguar.

But you won’t hear me complaining, because he gave me a gift I couldn’t have imagined.

He gave me back a small piece of youth.
Even though my body complaining right now and definitely doesn’t agree, but I felt like 10 years ago when I last snowboarded.

Rocketing down a slope is just such an uncomparable adrenaline rush.

That smile was plastered to my face the entire weekend, unlike other people, who were just plastered from the alcohol. To each his own I guess.

I really tried to get the most out of the weekend. i think I made at least 50 descends this weekend with many a trip across the whole range.
Being with 40 coworkers ensure there were always some slopebudddies to be had and we often discussed where we would go.

In the end, it didn’t really matter. All I came for was snow, snowboarding and lots of fun. There was plenty of all that. And at the end of each day, a big glass of Weizzen, which is very tasty german white beer.

Cheers.