If you cram a lot of stuff into the days, sometimes it seems like more time.
We made it to Vail and Eric immediately went out to snowboard. I hung around the room and read a novel (David Mitchell's The Bone Clocks - so far I love it).
Then late in the afternoon, Eric took me out on this little hill which is actually the return trail for our resort. I tried to learn to "skate," which is what you'd guess, skating along on flat ground until you figure out how to stand on the snow with your feet tied to a slick-ass board.
We did that for about an hour and no one died or got hurt too badly.
This morning, we went to a slightly bigger hill, which has a lift, but we didn't use the lift because 1) I don't have a ticket and 2) we only wanted to go halfway up. If you've never walked up a snow-covered hill while carrying a snowboard and wearing those stiff boots, well, don't start now. Also we're at a higher altitude than I'm used to so it's that much more difficult just to breathe, let alone do other activities at the same time.
We climbed up and I slowly came back down, mostly on the board, sometimes on my butt. And we did it again. Eric is a good teacher.
Then we took a break and tried again, but my legs were like jelly.