So sitting in Wanaka a week after i took a bail on my snowboard with my knee wrapped up in a Forest Gump style brace, my crutches are leaning dejectedly against the internet cafe window. They seem to be longingly looking up towards the mountains where the powder has been dumped and the lines are there for the taking...
It all began so well, with last weekend being the first worthy dump of the season, it really seemed like we were finally off and the weather was going to keep bringing in the fresh stuff like we all hoped. 4 hours later it was all over, sitting in Ski Patrol base with a cast being put on my leg and a referral for x rays in my hand. Alas as yet, the results are still not back so i don't really know whats going on, except that i cannot ski or ride at the minute. Although i came to NZ for the winter season, i still have a huge amount to take away from here, and today, sitting down in the valley i have time to recall and understand that. The last few weeks i have spent every minute either on the hill for work, or on it for play. I've banked more ride hours so far that some get in an entire season, and I'm still positive to be back out before the season wraps up. With 6weeks to go, i might be out for a while, but hopefully not all. At a time where i thought it would be hard to cope with being so restricted, it has helped to look back through my blog and see where i have come from and where i may go to. This is merely another experience on my journey that i can either mope about and feel sorry for myself over, or something that i can look through, see the positives and relish the fact that i am alive and living, working and breathing in a NZ winter, exactly where i asked to be 18months ago when i decided to go.
Life will flick you these funny turns, but we can get through it, we always do...
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