I closed out the season yesterday at Hawk Island Snow Park, and barring some sort of miracle, so did they. It was not particularly pretty, the snow was mostly brown, and the laps were short, but I didn’t care: I was snowboarding a mere hour from my house in metro-Detroit, on April 21st.
The end of the season is always a bit of a bummer, but the end of the season normally happens a month ago, so for that I really can’t complain at all. Late snow in March and cold temps persisting extended the season by a few weeks, got some bonus days, and despite all odds I hit my season goal of 40 days on snow, which about a month ago seemed completely out of reach.
Although I hate the idea of not being able to ride for the next 7 months or so, this was a hell of a season. I’m not glad it’s over, by any stretch, but I can definitely accept it. Also, I’d be lying if I said that my body doesn’t need a bit of a break especially after yesterday when I took a nice head-to-rail impact, messed up my shoulder, got a charlie horse in my hammy — all on one bail.
So for now I’m content hanging up the board, that is, until Jon calls me up to ride some mSnow in his backyard.
For the rest of you degenerates, there’s still snow in the midwest if you’re willing to drive for it. By my count what’s left is Brule, Bohemia (who may get another foot of snow this week), and possibly Boyne and Trollhaugen.