Further proving the point that this whole thing IS possible, we arrived around 2pm -- plenty of time to hit the mountain before it closed at 4pm. Though I hadn't snowboarded in 10 years, I wasn’t nearly as horrible at it as I was at surfing. I certainly wasn’t as good as Damien, or, ya know, any of the small children that went zipping by me, but I did make it to the bottom of the mountain with all my limbs. Again, NOT TRYNA BRAG, but I only fell down a mere 37 hundred times. Sorry ‘bout it. I will admit, it’s safe to say that the reason I’m better at snowboarding is because you get to take a ski lift to the top, unlike surfing where you have to battle the strength of ten thousand armies as you paddle out to sea. If I had to climb the mountain on my stomach before I snowboarded down it, you can bet I’d be a lot more exhausted.
I did it, though. I took advantage of one of the most incredible advantages Southern California has to offer. If you’ve got the will, the energy, and yes, a truck that can fit all your gear AND drive through the snow, it is possible to both surf and ski in the same day in LA. Even if you do both incredibly poorly.