Who's Jiminy?

I sent Jeff a message, informing him that I would be going snowboarding at Jiminy. His response, "who is Jiminy?" Like he was some cowboy taking me for a ride down a mountain. I guess I took for granted that Jeff would know of Jiminy Peak, a mountain about an hour from here. Really, he has no reason to know it, since his winter consists primarily of basketball.

When we got there, I was a little overwhelmed at the size of the mountain. This was a mountain. I have only been snowboarding at a place that is lovingly, and truthfully, called The Ski Bump. It didn't help that I had to be seen with the bug looking girl.

I wasn't sure this was the next step I should be taking in my snowboarding shenanigans, but I was already there. Nothing to do but strap on my board and give it a shot. 

It was great! I took a few spills, knees into solid ice, but overall, I felt extremely accomplished leaving Jiminy. So much so, that I skipped the entire way to the car. While skipping a long, I took in the beauty of the place. Absolutely gorgeous.

The place made me long for Jeff. To go visit a place like this. To get him on skis or a snowboard and throw him down a mountain. Something so fun and enjoyable that we could do together!