Ode to Snowboarding

I talked to my mom yesterday and found out that it snowed in Utah, and that they got 4 ft in the mountains. Man I miss snowboarding when I hear things like that. Some of my favorite times in college were ditching class to go hike up Tony Grove near Logan. It would take us almost 3 or 4 hours just to get to the top, and then all of 15 to snowboard down. The powder was so fresh that it made it all worth it. We just couldn't wait for the mountain to open up, so we would hike until it did open up. So many times our cars would get stuck just trying to get to ole Tony Grove, but once again, totally worth it.
It also makes me miss Beaver Mountain. I scheduled my classes strategically so that I would have Tuesdays and Thursdays free to snowboard, and since it was during the week I never had to wait in lines and I knew the park backwards and forwards. I need to take Matt there sometime because he has only been once and we were taking my cousin to Snowbird. It was so crowded! I hated it, and Matt was getting run over by 5 year olds that were born on skiis. It didn't help things since he already felt silly that his wife was the one teaching him :)
I guess I just had to write and say how much I miss snowboarding. This feeling always comes around this time of year, but once again, all I have is flat earth around me. Oh, snowboarding, we will meet again one day, and when we do the heaven's will sing at our long awaited, and fateful reunion.