I’m sure you’re thinking, instantaneously of The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe and whatnot…that’s fine, because without Aslan and the rest of the crew, I wouldn’t have the association I now have with Winter Wonderlands across the globe.
Narnia, which I’ll explain here, is actually in each of us. It’s that happy place where nothing can hurt you, because you’re the fucking HE-RO. There is no Sabertooth, no Joker, No Jason, No ex-lovers and disgruntled ex people from your life. There is nothing. Except you and the snow, and the trees, and the silence of the World. So My Narnia, would naturally be [ironically consciously and subconsciously-good dreams and bad] in the snow. And it’s all very curious and interesting to how my “secret safe place” became one of a time I loathed when I was younger.
I had wanted to start snowboarding the minute I saw someone do it-back in the ripe old school days of 1992, and it progressed worse and worse through the years as my parents didn’t have the money to fund “such a dangerous thing”, and I wasn’t motivated or driven or confident enough, nor did I have the proper backing to achive those goals at such a young age. So I just daydreamed my way through it, for a fucking decade. Think about this, I find the ONE thing, THE ONE PLACE, the one time of year that makes me so completely at peace, and because we were a bit less fortunate and I was raised a partly spoiled lazy brat – I neglected myself some of the utmost amazing feelings, sensations, experiences and times of my life. Now, I can finally enjoy and relish in these times…and do I ever. I soak up every millisecond I am privilaged enough to strap into my one true love: I was hand picked…by my Nitro T1. She’s treated me well…Colorado powder in one more season will be bringing me into meeting a NeverSummer for the first time, but shhh…the Nitro isn’t being retired… 
She’s my park love <3 and soul now. <3
See, this is what I mean. You can’t just let me ramble off about them like they’re my family. Oh, wait. They are…kinda. The point being, if you haven’t cruised down a mountain, in silence, without anyone or anything within the speed of sound in any direction; if you haven’t popped off a cliff into 2 feet of powder; if you haven’t driven 3+ hours in bouncy, animated, way-too-awake-for-6-am, breakfast sandwich and tea in hand, jamming to the shred session playlist on the i pod; in a complete white-out; if you haven’t forgotten half your shit in the car because you’re rushing to get to the lift, just to get freshies [fresh tracks, there kiddo....], well then….if you haven’t experienced a day in your own snowboard boots…
you simply haven’t experienced life.
<3
