Spring Break
Mood:
a-ok
Topic: Pastoral Year '04 - '05
This trip was taken a few weeks past. I was hoping to add pictures to it before I posted it, but I have not gotten the pictures from my fellow trip takers. They took the pictures I didn?t?to be explained later.
This past Spring Break I was privileged to accompany two of my buddy seminarians and a Spiritual Director at the Seminary to the white mountains of Colorado. Though the pact was the famous saying, ?What happens (insert where you are located) stays (insert where you are located.? Therefore, what happened on Spring Break, for the greater part, will stay on Spring Break. Not that we did anything that produced skeletons in the closet?or at least big ones?but that I either cannot remember or don?t want to type every single detail down, plus you probably wouldn?t want to read it all. But I digress?
We started on the long trip Friday night, late of course because of me. Once we were on the road you could smell the excitement in the air as Fr. Ivan and Vincent spoke of their skiing expertise and David and I (both rookies) talked a lot of smack?in fun of course, but again I can only speak for myself. After a stop off in Santa Fe, NM where we stayed in one of Vince?s parishioner?s other house for a couple of day, we completed our trip in Keystone, CO, but not before a desire to alter our course for ?Las Vegas? was trampled. Our (mainly David?s and mine) first day on the slopes (bunny that is, small hill, inexperienced skiers, bratty kids skiing circles around these skiers), was spent learning the ropes to hopefully later conquer the greens. We decided to play around on the skis before our class started?BIG MISTAKE?I almost died of exhaustion due to poor form. Once the lessons started the correct form was learned which made everything so much easier. Two two-hour lessons back-to-back, and I did fine until we went to the top of the hill and I did the rookie stop all the way down?falling. No matter how much of a wedge I did, my 300+ pound frame still shot down the hill like a missile without coordinates?a jet at Mach 3 without a joystick...you get my drift. My butt and my legs were so sore that I barely made it to the rental place to return my skis and pick up my shoes. The three block walk back to the lodge was grueling.
With the learning day behind us, we decide to get a little more comfortable with three to four runs down the bunny slope before braving the whole mountain on the greens. The ride up there was pleasant and exciting as I sat in anticipation for the ski down. It was fun until the burn returned to my legs, probably about 15 minutes into the downhill run. This is when I started falling again because I just to have an excuse to sit down?oops I fell again. What pissed me off more than anything were the same bratty kids were skiing circles around me on this hill too and without poles or anything. I wanted to give them one of my poles, but not for their use or comfort. I will let you figure this one out. About half way to three quarters of the way down my legs burned so much I was roasting marshmallows and making s?mores on them. Fr. Ivan realized this and as I sat in the snow wanting to go on but not having the drive nor the strength, he asked the ski patrol to come pick me up and bring me down the mountain. By this time, Vince had done skied down, went back up and skied back down to me. But in hind sight I say who is the sucker, because I got an exhilarating snowmobile ride down the hill (and that?s all it was?and chaste I might add, which is why I can add this part of the story) by a cure little blonde number?grrroooowwwl. I was the envy of the other three guys, I just know it. After one day?s rest, we set out for the 24 hour non-stop trek home from Keystone, CO to Shiner, TX for me and Houston, TX for the other three. I had a blast, as you are suppose to have during Spring Break and no one ended up in the hospital. All in all it was a successful trip.
I hope to add a few pics later.
Posted by Big Mike
at 12:01 AM CST
Updated: Thursday, 24 March 2005 3:08 AM CST