and the beat goes on

Yesterday, I was remembering old child hood days of playing in the snow and stopped at eighteen and nearly breaking my neck.
I uses to trek up to the pass to go snow boarding. At the time I didn't own a vehicle to come and go as I pleased. I walked every where I could go and thumb-it the rest of the way. Narbona pass the place is named. The name use to be Washington pass, but several years ago they changed the name because of the events that occurred there along ago. Well the place where I go boarding at is in a bowl shape valley. The road cuts into it on the northside of it, then goes along the foot of an island of rocky cliffs and hill slands and over the summit northward to snake its way down the mountians. At the summit of the road, a dirt road leads off and climbs the side of the eastern side of the bowl moving southward.
Years of tubing and sledding have gone on in this end of the bowel. familys would get together with a the few tubs and plastic sledds and beat a trail with repettion. Only a couple years before I got my board, I saw single snaking path of cuts in the powder snow, not on the tubing end but where tubing and sledding couldn't go. I gazed in awe to know it was the snowboards that carved up the the powdery surface. That's when i dream about going snowbroading every time it snowed. I had balance and control but no money. The money i did earn during the summers were spend on skateboarding accessories, like before moving back into the mountians I had my heart set on buying an extreme set of wheels for the back wood roads of Crystal. Of course I did get them and I fell hard on my sides going at ten miles to fifteen miles per hour on those wheels. My thrills of adrenalin would be my drug.
that year i was surprised to received a snowboard for my birthday. after being use to using my skateboards as snowboards down the side of the ditch. I had to go to a larger place to use it. the ditch in front of the house wouldn't cut it any more.