I'm so excited to be able to finally type and share my ski trip details with you! Breaking my wrist has been one big left-handed adventure.

I went on a ski trip with 60 friends at the end of February to Keystone, Colorado and had the best time (even though I fractured my wrist!). I love the mountains and always get excited as soon as I see the mountain silhouettes in the distance surrounding Denver. We arrived in Denver on Thursday morning and stopped for brunch at Snooze in Denver's Union Station before heading to the mountain. We waited almost an hour for a table (on a Thursday?!) but once we got our food we all agreed it was worth the wait; if there was a Snooze-Dallas, it would definitely be in the Dallas Blogger Brunch rotation. After our mini road trip from Denver to Keystone, we checked into the resort, got our rentals, and a few from our group went night skiing!

Last year I went on a snowboarding trip to Vail, Colorado with girlfriends where we took boarding lessons and had a great time! This year was only my second time to snowboard, so I was nervous to try it again, but I was also excited because I had done a little shopping for the trip and was really looking forward to wearing the gear I bought! I found this black + white geometric print Burton jacket at St. Bernard's and immediately loved it. My pants are classic black Helly Hanson. Of course the practical dresser in me went for black pants so I could easily mix and match with jackets in the future.

I wanted to have a signature look on the mountain and be easy for friends to spot in a crowd. When I found this hot pink Smith helmet and white Smith goggles, I was in love! I decided that I would wear a pop of pink each day to compliment my otherwise black + white ensemble.

Read more about my dramatic tumble down the mountain...

Day one on the mountain I was nervous but ready to go and felt good when I strapped into my board, which gave me confidence that I would remember everything I had learned in lessons the previous year. We started slowly down the mountain and it all started coming back to me. I was feeling good as I started practicing "switching edges" and remembering how to turn. I was about 3/4 down the (longest-ever) run when I wiped out and tried to catch myself with my hand. I fell so hard that even after stopping myself with my wrist, I hit my head on the ground too! Thankful for that pink helmet!  A friend saw me hit my head and stopped to make sure I was ok. I got up and kept boarding down the rest of the way even though I  was a little shaken up. Well, I was getting tired and then fell again and of course used the same hand to catch myself! Oh my gosh! I was fighting back tears as I tried to get up, knowing that something was very wrong with my wrist at this point. I was almost down the mountain and could see the bottom; I was able to finish the run but was holding my right arm the whole time and saying to myself "don't fall. don't fall." I finally made it to the bottom where I sat down and tried to detach from my board but my right hand was throbbing and already starting to swell so I couldn't use it to unlatch. Of course since I'm stubborn, I didn't want to tell anyone what happened and tried to play it off with "oh i kind of hurt my wrist." We stopped to grab lunch and at this point I couldn't move my fingers without intense pain, which made it difficult to carry food, pay for lunch, and eat.I got some ice for my wrist and still wasn't sure what I was going to do. Responses from friends ranged from "oh wow that looks really bad" to "aw rub some dirt on it you'll be fine." At this point, my wrist had swollen up and was huge. My friend Eric who has known me for many years boarded down and saw my wrist (and probably the almost-tears in my eyes) and suggested we go to the medic station which I agreed to.

At this point, I resorted to Snapchat to pass the time. Sorry for all the hospital selfies. After a few hours in the mountain ER, I got my x-rays back and left with a splint and directions to come back for a cast the next day after swelling had gone down. I walked back over to the clinic the next morning as soon as they opened at 8am and left proudly displaying my (first ever!) hot pink cast.

Of course I asked the doctor if a cast meant that I could board again and he said YES. I went back on the mountain after getting my cast and was nervous but knew that if I didn't go back that day I would probably let fear keep me from snowboarding ever again. Some people thought I was crazy for going back out but it also earned me some serious street cred with all of the snowboarders on the mountain. I'm glad that I went back out on the mountain and prove to myself that I could do it!

Whenever I share my snowboarding story and tell friends in Dallas about the trip, they are amazed that I still had a good time even though I fractured my wrist, but how could I not have an amazing time in the mountains surrounded by good friends. Colorado, I'll be back.