Next mornig I woke up, got ready, took some winter clothes and packed my bag with some cookies and hot tea. It was very busy and croweded my friend showed me the equitment and explained the purpose later on we decided to finally get on top. While we were getting to the top I had an amazing feeling full of boost and energy. So we go ready and my friend told me ‘Good Luck’, I thought that I miss heard something as I didn’t kow how to snowboard at all. But, he still left me over the top of the mountain.
Someone says, “Are you ok?” I nod yes and they ski away. I look like Frosty the Snowman coming out of a blizzard in a ski parka. I have learned that sometimes you have to risk getting yourself hurt to save other people from harm. However, I also learned that it is really fun to fly through the air on my snowboard. Avoiding those skiers has allowed me to experience something I would have never done otherwise.
Everyone then told their stories about how they got here and what their lives were like before. Then, the voice quickly explained that clouds can’t hold water for long and that we are about to fall from the sky. Screams ensued and before we knew it, we were hurtling toward the earth faster than a bullet. The Earth hurtled closer by the second. I braced myself and closed my eyes, not wanting to see what will come next.
WHen I got back in bed I took a look outside the window and say that snow was still falling. As the snowflakes fell I fell asleep. The next morning I woke up to a quiet and dark room, I rolled over to grab my phone and check whats up. To my surprise it was 11:18 am and leo and I were in bed still. We were supposed to get on the road and meet up with elise by noon and it would be impossible to be punctual by now.
The day I went across the country to snowboard in the Rocky Mountains for the first one is one I will never forget. I can recall the cool winds blowing at the mountain’s peak; the tranquil sound of my board slicing through the snow, and the exhilarating rush of adrenaline that coursed through my veins as I glided along the Canyons’ slopes. I can vividly remember the most memorable day of my life. It all started on a cool January morning in Park City, Utah. I woke up that morning and pulled back the curtains of my two-bedroom condominium and gazed up at the Canyons, a massive stretch of ski runs slicing through the wild mountain.
I held the poles of the chair with fear like a little kid. Soon my nerves calmed and the ride to the top turned to pure graciousness. The snow shining on the ground flashed in my eyes, and reminded me to put my goggles on. I watched kids slip and tumble down the hill trying to find their groove. Near the top I realized I didn 't know how to get off a chair lift.
I soon drifted off into a deep sleep with thunder peaceably by my side and woke to a campsite embedded in mist reflecting my headlamp (a cheap and easy to use Petzl Tikkina headlamp at 4.2 oz). Relieved (my bladder, that is) and back in my tiny ultralight tent, I scooted into my merino wool liner surrounding my pad. I remained in my literal cocoon (Cocoon merino wool mummy liner at 17 oz) until I woke naturally at 645am to quietly disassemble and organize my gear in the dark. I then boiled a pot of water and prepared a breakfast of freeze dried eggs and oatmeal plus a cup of instant Starbucks coffee. There is no reason to suffer on the trail.
But mom said, no yesterday so I threw a fit and screamed until I could no more and fell asleep. I don 't understand why mom is so worried about me, I just want to play, I love being outside. Today is different I 'm so excited mom said I could go outside. Mom leads me out to the big, tall tree in our yard. Wait, what is she doing?
However, it was the spirit of the flight that counted. During the winter, the swings became too slippery to safely swing on, so we had to use tall snow banks to drop off of. We would slip our way to the top, make a nest of broken sticks and snow, then ‘fly’ away to find more materials. This, too, resulted in bruises and sore ankles. When at home, I would do ‘such important jobs’, as my Mum put it, such as bringing wood in for our fireplaces, filling the cat food, and shoveling away snow.
Carrie’s horse, Patch, threw her while she was trying to get off. No sooner had Carrie hit the ground before he was off and running about. We knew it would be pointless to try and catch him in this weather, for it had started sprinkling and the horses were still frantically pacing, but we would eventually try anyway. He started running in circles in a nearby meadow. My dad took hold of a few of the other horses so my mom could tend to Carrie, because after Patch threw her she had hit the ground, could not breath, and had almost got trampled by him.