With a pattern beginning to form with me and snow sports, I decided to opt out of the toboggoning, choosing instead to observe and to take photographic record of any mishaps that might occur. The kids and Kathy performed admirally, zooming down out of control and crashing spectacularily and filling their pants and various body orifices with snow. They had even found a abnomolly in the slope that they turned into some sort of jump that looked pretty mild. My mistake came when I went up the snowy slope in order to better record the exploits of my family skidding uncontrollably down the perilous descent.
It was a tough climb and it was suggested that the easiest way down was on a plastic mat that were subsituting for tobbogons for the day. No problem, I had been observing the rest of the family and seen no obsticals that could be classed as life theatening, as long as I avoided their makeshift jump. I had not brought the snow suit but thought that as long as I stayed on the plastic mat, I should be right.I chose a launch spot that was a little way down the slope and somewhat to the right of the jump. I handed the camera to Daniel and set off. The mat immediatly decided to veer across the all the previous tracks made by my family, and with an instinct of it's own, picked the channel that ran directly towards the jump. Visions of Chicopee ran through my mind as I tried to steer away but the plastic mat was having none of that and continued on hurtling towards the jump. I thought "bugger this!" and bailed out, though by the time the thought process had completed and made it's way to the rest of my body, I was allready into the jump and only suceeded in rolling of the mat and hitting the jump at full force whilst travelling feet first on my front causing my jacket to form into a scoop and pack my torso with snow. After landing, I made a good impression of a great walrus in my attempt to regain my feet.
It was a tough climb and it was suggested that the easiest way down was on a plastic mat that were subsituting for tobbogons for the day. No problem, I had been observing the rest of the family and seen no obsticals that could be classed as life theatening, as long as I avoided their makeshift jump. I had not brought the snow suit but thought that as long as I stayed on the plastic mat, I should be right.I chose a launch spot that was a little way down the slope and somewhat to the right of the jump. I handed the camera to Daniel and set off. The mat immediatly decided to veer across the all the previous tracks made by my family, and with an instinct of it's own, picked the channel that ran directly towards the jump. Visions of Chicopee ran through my mind as I tried to steer away but the plastic mat was having none of that and continued on hurtling towards the jump. I thought "bugger this!" and bailed out, though by the time the thought process had completed and made it's way to the rest of my body, I was allready into the jump and only suceeded in rolling of the mat and hitting the jump at full force whilst travelling feet first on my front causing my jacket to form into a scoop and pack my torso with snow. After landing, I made a good impression of a great walrus in my attempt to regain my feet.
Dan gets some serious speed happening
Kathy deploys the feet brakes....which made a squealing sound all the way down!
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