Friends Teaching Friends: Sometimes, it does work
As a rule, I think it’s best for new riders to take lessons. And I also agree that learning from friends can be hazardous. It can, for example, cause stress on a relationship by interjecting new, unfamiliar roles (student and teacher), criticism borne from frustration (“no, dummy, THIS way!”), and plain old disappointment. Further, the new rider’s snowboarding career can be impaired or delayed through the instructor’s poor snowboarding habits, or method of teaching.
Despite all those caveats, I gave my sister-in-law an on-the-snow overview of snowboarding a few weeks ago.
By some accounts, she ought to have been the one teaching me. While I’ve walked 15 miles in a day (in fundraising marathons long ago), she’s run marathons. While I used to peddle a 10-speed bike one mile to the train station each day, she’s been in long-distance bike races. While I was learning the basics of skiing with parallel turns, she was taking a lesson in bumps skiing.
In other words, if anyone in the family might take on snowboarding, she would be the one.
During a trip to Aspen, I spent a day riding the board while my wife, her sister, and their father were all on skis. I’m sure it was the first time that these life-long skiers had ever spent any time with someone on a snowboard. All of them were impressed, and my sister-in-law was suggested to her sister “If he can make it look graceful, maybe I should try it.”
I was happy to give her any assistance that I could. So a few weeks later I suggested that the best time to learn would be on a powder day. We also talked about a simple demonstration in the back yard.
So when we some new snow, I saw it as the opportunity. I took the board over to her house.
But what equipment to use? She had no board, and no snowboarding boots. Could she use her own boots in my (large) bindings?
In the end, we decided that she would simply use my equipment, including my boots. Now, I’ve got size 12 boots, and I think her shoes are size 6 or 4 or something like that. But she used them anyway. While there was more than enough room for her toes, the cinching string made the fit around the calves tight enough for the boots to be usable in this setting.
GOOFY LIKE ME
The snow had somewhat hard and wet, which would make for a rather slow ride. On the other hand, that may have been a good thing. We had a small space to work with, and there were trees around, so we didn’t want to get up too much speed.
We walked to the back yard, and I thought of what to do next. I asked her the typical “sliding” question: if you were to slide on the ice, which foot would end up in front?”
“Right,” she told me.
Goofy, just like me. That would make things easier.
I asked her to put her right foot in the front binding, keep her left foot free, and try skating. The snow was soft and wet, so she didn’t pick up a lot of speed. This was good; I had encountered a lot of problems skating my first time out, on an icy night. She did a pretty good job. Better than I had.
WHEE!
Then I asked her to put her left foot in a bindings as well. With both feet strapped in, she was going to have to learn how to balance over the board. First, I asked her to stand still. Then I told her to gently shift her weight from the toeside to heelside of the board, and then back again. And then to repeat the exercise.
So far, so good.
Next, we traversed the yard, me pulling her by the hand, and she getting a sense of how the board feels while in motion. It was something like teaching my brother to ride a bike so many years ago, when he pedaled, and I hung onto the bike for balance.
The next step: slide straight down a hill. With my sister-in-law still standing inside the bindings, I pulled her over to the bottom of a three-foot rise that tops out in the neighbor’s yard.
She got on her knees and “hopped” to the top. After helping her point the snowboard’s nose straight down the hill, I gave her a push. She slid 5 or 6 feet down into the yard.
Her husband, who was watching this spectacle from inside the house, said “You’re a shredder now!”
Her response was more brief: “Whee!”
We repeated the exercise twice. First she gave some extra pressure to the toeside of the board (thus making a slight turn left), followed by a ride that emphasized the heelside (a turn to the right).
I THINK I’VE GOT IT
Finally, I pulled her over to the top of a steeper (though still short) hill for an attempt at a toeside to heelside turn.
“Remember when you started making parallel turns on skis?,” I asked. “You had to rely on and overcome that moment of terror.”
“Your equipment has to point straight down the hill, move, and then you need to make a subtle adjustment and trust the sidecut of the equipment to provide the turn.”
I pulled her enough to get the trip started, and then let go. She started the slide down, started the turn, and then fell down.
So how did it go?
She was laughing. “I think I’ve got it.”
We had just a little bit of untracked snow left at this point, so I helped her stand up, and she tried a heelside to toeside turn, doing pretty well.
“That’s a great start,” I said, before helping her out of the bindings.
“I think I understand how it’s supposed to feel,” she said.
One skier in the family down, four to go ….




