I had promised my sister that we would go skiing before she goes back to England. On monday we talked it over. Just because we didn’t feel like it we decided to not go on Tuesday but on Wednesday. My sister said she was planning on going snowboarding. I’ve always wanted to try but have never wanted to ruin a good days skiing. Since Nina (my sister) had only been snowboarding once before me. I thought this would rare opportunity to try it out. I also didn’t want to go skiing all on my own while Nina would be stuck on the beginner slopes. Now I was worried that I would spend one of the few times I get to to skiing sitting bruised on one of the green slopes with a snowboard strapped to my feet.
This feeling of regret and disappointment was much stronger when we got to Romme Alpin and a saw the hill. A hill? Yes. Because it is not a mountain those are 6-8 hours north west of Stockholm by car and not three. But this 275 meter (407 above sea level) hill looked much bigger then I remembered it with an avid skiers confidence three years ago. Now as a beginner a felt like I was at the foot of a mountain. I guess it is actually a mountain because it is called a mountain in Swedish “berg”. Though I think 275 meters makes it a pretty pathetic mountain.
We got out of the car got changed and had a sandwich. Nina was slightly annoyed by my careful planning that took much longer than her shoes, thermo pants on lets go approach. Nina had prepaid and booked our snowboard rental. So we skipped the queues and where served straight away. I again took a little longer than she did to find a pair of boots that fit me. The third pair a tried on where the least uncomfortable so I gave in to Ninas “come on lets go!”. After dropping our boots of at the car and with RFID skipass in our coats, we headed for the slopes.
To learn as much as possible as quickly as possible we decided to take the lift straight to the top of the hills southern peak Solklinten. Then take the long green slope down. This would be two and half kilometres of intense learning.
At the top we took some pictures and I checked my mail. The cell coverage was excellent. We then shuffled to the beginning of the hill. I wondered how the pro snowboarders moved around on flat ground or did they all shuffle around stupidly. They did. Later I saw a group of them shuffle over to the black slopes.
After the first 2 meters on the green slope I fell on my bottom. Got up quickly and went a little further. When I tried to turn to the right I instead swivelled around and fell down on my knees. This is how it went for the first two kilometres. Nina did much better in the beginning. You could tell she didn’t have to struggle as much as I did. Though her two hours of prior experience was not much it made a big difference down the first slope.
Although it was hard in the beginning after three hours I hade made it down with only falling twice. We where now ready for some more challenging slopes. Looking at the map we picked out a green blue green combo. I really stated to like it and was becoming more fun then the last time I went skiing.
We had been descending purely blue slopes on the north side of the hill for the last two hours of the day. It felt great taking one of the long sharper left turns, leaning in to it so much I could let my hand glide along the snow until it straightened out. Unused to snowboarding our muscles where now getting tired. My left quadricep couldn’t take much more. Nina felt the same. It was quater to three. The lifts closed for the day at three so we took the long green slope down from the very top and returned our snowboards, helmet and boots.
We drove home via Falun and stopt to eat pizza at a place with strange black patterned spongy wallpaper. I dont know why I didn’t take a picture of the place. It was so odd. Anyway the Capricciosa was delicious and so was half of my sisters kebab.
On the way home we talked about buying some snowboarding gear, mastering the jumps and rails and taking some other trips.