Finding Momentum

a few hours back from the tahoe trip and man.. i am pooped. three days of pig­ging out, hang­ing out and just basi­cally hav­ing a good ol time

so the seven of us (pas­tors thomas and peter, jack, vinny, jimmy, andrew yip and i) load up on two cars and begin our jour­ney up to tahoe. and oh yeah. my cam­era erased its own mem­ory while i was chang­ing the bat­ter­ies so i have (almost) no pic­tures to show. at least not until i get pho­tos from the other guys

so the trip up con­sists of peter ditch­ing us in his audi while “thomas’ lit­tle car that could” chugged hap­pily along. after about 4.5 hours of loud music, bad singing and thomas’ ran­dom out­bursts of “awwright-ha!”, we end up at humphrey and bonnie’s (they’re a fam­ily from our church) condo way up near the heav­enly ski resort. the night is late and we unpack and are quickly knocked unconscious.

the next day, we hit the slopes. jimmy boasts about how he can bomb down those dou­ble black dia­monds on the snow­board with ease. uh.. doesn’t that mean know­ing how to snow­board first? right.

so vinny, jack, and jimmy go off to take snow­board lessons while andrew yip, thomas, peter, humphrey and i head up heav­enly to take on the moun­tain. man.. heav­enly is huge i mean, it required about 25–30 min­utes to get from the base lodge up to the top of the moun­tain on the lifts alone. need­less to say, the slopes were awe­some but tag­ging along with peter and humphrey really scared the heck out of me.

i like to think of myself as some­one who doesn’t like to take risks. you know.. i don’t wanna die mean­while, peter and humphrey are going tree ski­ing.. doing the jumps at the snow­board park and the such. i had a pretty inter­est­ing time going down the moguls.. aye.. those really give me night­mares. i kept run­ning worst case sce­nar­ios through my head.. what would hap­pen if i landed wrong… if my knees got twisted all weird.. if they had to bring me down in a sled dragged by a snow­mo­bile.. hey i’m too young to die!

but need­less to say, i sur­vived and every­body else did too. we went to this pizza par­lor place for din­ner where we ordered five piz­zas that we could not fin­ish.. so we ended up fin­ish­ing that for din­ner, mid­night snack, break­fast AND lunch the next day good stuff..

we spent the next day just hang­ing around the condo with bon­nie and baby zachary (cutest baby i’ve seen) while peter, humphrey and thomas headed off for the slopes again. i actu­ally got some home­work done.. amaz­ing, no? while we were up there we had a game­cube and an xbox with us.. so you can guess what occu­pied a large amount of our time but yeah.. it was really awe­some just being able to hang out and talk.. sleep and relax and just really think. the adults come back and we head out for the hori­zon casino to pig out at their buf­fet. man.. any­thing you want to eat, it’s there. let’s just say i have a lot of catch­ing up to do in track. hung around after­wards at the arcades there.. had a lot of fun. alright-hah

had to leave early fri­day morn­ing.. what a shame peter finally got his pun­ish­ment for dri­ving so fast when he hit a large rock sit­ting in the mid­dle of the road, pop­ping his rear tire. haahha.. we had a lot of fun teas­ing him about that. had to call up the AAA truck to help us out. but you know what.. in the end we all got home in one piece, safe and sound and with a lot of good mem­o­ries. and that’s what mat­ters, right?

here’s what lit­tle pho­tos i was able to snap on the way home.. after my bat­ter­ies ran out on me.

thomas’ penguin..

..ends up as roadkill?!

jack helps clean off peter’s windshield.

thomas gets the gas while jimmy and vinny hide in the backseat

how much for gas??!

tail­gat­ing cars behind us.

thomas sings in falsetto. awwright-hah!

uh oh… a flat tire. a popped tire.

hang­ing out and wait­ing for that truck.

i’ll post up more pic­tures from the other cam­eras once i get my hands on them.. ooh man i had some good black­maileable pho­tos before my cam­era wiped em out. you guys got lucky.