This time last year I had just finished my second boarding season in the States, then jetted off to see Johanna in Sweden. Just before I left America, it was potentially one of the best times over there: I mean the skies were clear, the temperature was warm enough so only a T-shirt was needed, I got to free-ride with other talented riders all day, a cold beer on a warm day was a reality.
I guess spring should be like every season, it changes dramatically from the last, just like people should. I know it might be a while before I do another season, my path is forever changing, but that's all part of it. I still ride and love it. There is nothing on this planet that has the same feeling as when you are outside in awe of your surroundings, almost total freedom if not for the occasional lift and trail sign....one day I'll get the chance to do a non resort mountain, to really be at one with nature.
On a note of change, the last week or so has been very 'warm' and me and Johanna thought it would be appropriate to walk in to town to get an ice cream. Now I don't really see this as a Swedish event, amongst the endless coffee drinking, cake eating and rotten fish bonanzas. However what was incredibly Swedish was the choice of icecream.
I went for a standard Cornetto (some raspberry cheesecake type thing) which was pretty good. Meanwhile Johanna went for the most rankest, foul tasting beast of an ice-cream. Yes folks, a liquorice coated ice-cream.
For starters, ice cream should not be black. This ice cream has apparently been re-introduced (certainly not by popular demand?!) from a significant absence. What made it worse was the fact that Johanna grabbed the last one in the freezer, while all the other ice-creams lay there, waiting to be picked by some obnoxious kids.
Johanna informed me it tasted fine, much to my disbelief. What next we will never know, as long as they don't make meatball or herring flavoured ones......
I guess spring should be like every season, it changes dramatically from the last, just like people should. I know it might be a while before I do another season, my path is forever changing, but that's all part of it. I still ride and love it. There is nothing on this planet that has the same feeling as when you are outside in awe of your surroundings, almost total freedom if not for the occasional lift and trail sign....one day I'll get the chance to do a non resort mountain, to really be at one with nature.
On a note of change, the last week or so has been very 'warm' and me and Johanna thought it would be appropriate to walk in to town to get an ice cream. Now I don't really see this as a Swedish event, amongst the endless coffee drinking, cake eating and rotten fish bonanzas. However what was incredibly Swedish was the choice of icecream.
I went for a standard Cornetto (some raspberry cheesecake type thing) which was pretty good. Meanwhile Johanna went for the most rankest, foul tasting beast of an ice-cream. Yes folks, a liquorice coated ice-cream.
For starters, ice cream should not be black. This ice cream has apparently been re-introduced (certainly not by popular demand?!) from a significant absence. What made it worse was the fact that Johanna grabbed the last one in the freezer, while all the other ice-creams lay there, waiting to be picked by some obnoxious kids.
Johanna informed me it tasted fine, much to my disbelief. What next we will never know, as long as they don't make meatball or herring flavoured ones......
