Where, do you think, I was on Saturday at midnight? You’ll never guess.
A practical, careful person, considerate of danger(some in my immediate family whose names I’ll not name, even made it their habit to describe me by performing questionable theatrical vignettes of vaguely chickeny sounds while simultaneously flapping their elbows – ha! I can’t wait to imagine their shock) ; a person whose usual station has been proverbial “at the bottom of the slope” holding extra warming paraphernalia in wait for more adventurous representatives of human animals to be served, photographed and admired – this person, I submit to you, was
By a momentary whim two weeks ago through LivingSocial distribution list I bought a ticket to Urban Escapes’ snowtubing adventure – I thought it will be an interesting way for a New Year’s afterparty.
The way the process @ LivingSocial works, you have to buy a voucher (usually at significantly reduced price) to an event during set time, and then send out invitations to email addresses you want with a link to your purchase so your addressees can buy it for the same discount. Strangely, almost none of the people I sent the invites to received them – and those who did, had other plans for Sat, Jan 8th. But my ticket was already bought – and that’s how I ended up going just by myself.
When I arrived at the gathering point and looked around it dawned on me that:
– I was the only person among 3 busloads of participants older than 25yo, significantly so
-words “fatal accident” and “in case of injury call …” jumped on me from the disclaimer form I had to sign
-we were told to gather at 6:30pm, and I assumed by 10pm the event will be over. Na-huh. Apparently, the assembly anticipated night of fun. Literally.
-later, while our bus had been making steady progress towards Mahwah, NJ I had mentally added up all those gains in elevation and was sure the resulting mountain is going to be higher than Stowe, Vt.
Well, it wasn’t. Still – whowoodavthought! It was incredible.
Trying not to think, I plopped into the tube that was hooked to a rope and got lifted to the top of the slope. A guide immediately directed me to the ride with shortest line – I didn’t have time to get sufficiently scared: boy managing the ride asked me if I wanted a push, I mumbled something vague, meekly assumed “on the stomach” position and in a split second was already flying down, flying like a wind, like a bird of pray (overdressed owl, most likely…)
Sure, there were few jumps along the way, and the end came very quickly, but I didn’t fall, didn’t lose my tube and didn’t flip! That was a miracle. I immediately dragged my tube back in line. Only by my third ride I realized the tube was deflated; the first 2 times on my way up I have counted all the bumps with my tender rear – I thought that’s how it was supposed to be – and I didn’t mind, I was so happy.
It’s funny how quickly one smartens up in the face of danger: by the end of 2 hrs I switched to the tightest, most symmetrically inflated tube I could find, learned to control speed by stretching my limbs, my last ride was the fastest – I even dropped my knitted hat in the process – and I almost flipped the fence at the breaking snowdrift at the bottom, along with the fastest kids! About 30 m/h, I was told, and much less than a minute.
Some of the daring ones were making a video while sliding down; I, of course, forgot my camera and had only my phone with me, and it was frozen. I don’t know what can you detect on those three hilariously purple pictures (@ Flickr window at the lower right, as usual)…it looks more like a witch convention from Faustus but it really wasn’t, it was – a rush!
Afterward we went to a Mahwah Grill for supper (at 10:20), I got full of appropriately plain and wholesome food (one of the guides, who was from Denver, couldn’t pronounce “penne a la vodka” – “I’m not used to fancy restaurants!” – she cried), filled with excellent dark beer (Irish and Bavarian) and learned how to play “quarters”.
Yeeeeaaah. That was an educational trip…
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