yards behind Andrea when I saw the summit. Holy. It was really spectacular and I was really dizzy. Sweaty palms, racing heartbeat. I stopped. Andrea went left but every time I started again my board pulled me towards the steeper downhill directly ahead of me. I didn't know how to turn so I simply sat down on my butt and scooted over to Andrea, just like a crab. Ridiculous? Yes, but I didn't know what else to do. (Again, really happy the pants were waterproof.)
It was a long butt-crawl over to Andrea, who waited patiently for me and sent frequent and encouraging cheers my way ("Take your time! You're doing great!"). One of the mountain monitor guys driving a snowmobile rode by to ask if I needed help and I convinced him I was okay, just trying to make my way to the side. When I finally made it to the bottom of the mountain, Andrea treated me to a hot toddy at the lodge. It will have to be easier next time.
Wish you were here,
Stef
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