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Sharon takes her second – and last – snowboarding lesson

Against my better judgment, I let Mike convince me to take a snowboarding lesson at the Hausberg. Years ago in Turkey, I gave snowboarding a whirl with my friends, Steph and Sarah. We laughed our way through a ridiculous lesson with a Turkish instructor who didn’t speak much English. I remember falling face-first and sliding halfway down the hill till my coat was completely full of snow. Nobody would blame me for not wanting to repeat history. And yet I did.
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I wish I could say this lesson turned out differently. Actually, the biggest difference was that I tended to fall backwards instead of forwards. Twice, I got some good speed going only to do a full body slam on my back, rearranging all my vertebrae and whacking my head on the ground. Good thing I was wearing that stylin’ helmet.
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Still intact before heading up the mountain. That’s Kelli, our instructor, on the far right.
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Tony rented skis and hit the slopes while Dad, Mike, Summer and I took the snowboarding lesson.
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Dad’s helmeted and ready to go. In the gondola on the way up.
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Summer at Kinderland. Yes, we took our lesson at Kinderland.
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Go, Dad, go! Stop, Dad, stop!
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My favorite part of the lesson – lunch!
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Pear schnapps – seriously? What are we, 17?
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Dad and I bailed on the second half of our lesson after he did a cartoon-style roll down the hill, kicking up snow and lodging in some deep powder. (You gotta admire the guy. At age 66, he tried snowboarding for the first time. A fantastic skiier, he admitted snowboarding wasn’t his forté.) He and I stayed here at the D-9 Restaurant, edrinking hot chocolate and coffee and resting our weary bodies while Mike and Summer continued to tackle the mountain.
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Tony makes one last run to the bottom of the mountain. We took the gondola down.
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Kelli is clearly proud of Mike and Summer and disappointed in Dad and me.
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