Another weekend, another snowboarding trip. I crashed at Justin's place last night so that we could head out to Crystal Mountain early today. We met up with his friends Emily, her bf and the Ringsvens, who had taken their huge huskies with them. I KNEW that they were gonna lose me [my snow suit is super non-descript], so I took a remnant of my Flash costume, and cut fat slits into it and tied it around my neck. I was hoping it would look like a bit of a shredded ninja bandana/cape that would stream behind me as I ripped down the mountain. It probably just looked dumb, but at least the guys told me that they had no problem spotting me.

After last weekend's dream shred up at Mt. Baker, this trip was a big let down. Conditions weren't good at all. At one point I was literally boarding over mud and rocks. Plus it was below freezing. I forgot how painful it is when the water in your body starts to freeze. I was very happy to end my day 2 PM and just hang out over drinks until the more ambitious folks in our group finished up.

We drove home exhausted, I grabbed my car, drove home, jumped in the shower, then went straight to a house party thrown by the AznVxns, the group of girls who threw the Ravenna party. Again, they had only met me in costume, so no one recognized me in my civvies. As I chowed down on their food and drink, I had to endure a few awkward "uhh, hey dude, who are you?" moments with concerned party goers who thought I had just walked in off the street. "No, no, I was the Flash, remember? You guys came to my halloween party!", came my nervous replay, as I tried not to look suspicious. Lesson learned: No more masked costumes when I'm not fighting crime.

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