The Ski Trip

It seemed like every other car trip. We drove off in our rental car for a very long time. We were going to Colorado for a ski trip. The drive was 11 hours to Winter Park, Colorado. We were staying in a rental home with another family. We would drive to the mountain every day and meet our other friends there. On the drive to the rental home, my brother and I built a bed in the car trunk. It was actually all of our luggage under a couple thick blankets with a couple pillows on top. At the gas stations, we would stay in the back of the car and play card games. After going to the bathroom, I fell asleep. I was awoken by my brother putting his icy pillow on my face.

We only had about 3 hours left to drive. My brother begged my mom to let him play on the iPad we brought, and she finally agreed to let him play. We took turns playing a game called Geometry Dash. Later, he fell asleep and I started playing on the Ipad by myself. After half an hour, my mom decided that I should stop playing. I decided to play a trick on my brother. I took one of the bottles of frozen water and sort of froze my pillow. Then, I put it on the ice cold pillow to make it stiff and cold. After I made sure that my brother was asleep, I smashed the pillow in his face. He looked like he was having a spaz attack. When he found out what I did, he slugged me in the shoulder. I decided not to do that again.

By the time we got to the rental house, the other family was already there. We were on the second floor. After we got all of our luggage settled in, we went to the ski and snowboard rental shop to get my snowboard. It was going to be the first time that I went snowboarding. We drove 10 minutes to the mountain and picked up the tags that we ordered online. I got on my snowboard and fell down. I slid to the least steep slope and went up the lift. The lift had rubber strips which were used as grips. I went to the top and strapped my other foot onto the snowboard. I took a deep breath and slid down the slope. Even though the slope was tiny, the snowboard went insanely fast. Maybe I should’ve learned how to stop before that. I crashed into the fence at full speed, creating a snow explosion. After a few more failed attempts, I went back to the cafeteria.

We would always sort of set up at the cafeteria and we would put all of our equipment and snacks there. I met one of my other friends named Sonny. He asked me if I wanted to go snowboarding with him. I wanted to, but I didn’t know how to snowboard yet. I asked if he would teach me and he seemed surprised, but he said yes. We went up the biggest lift all the way up to the top. I have to admit, I felt a little nervous going up the biggest lift without knowing how to stop.

We both got to the top of the mountain and he took a selfie of us. We first went down the greens, which are the easiest. He said that to stop, you swing your front leg back and make the angle of your snowboard to the slope acute. The back edge of your snowboard should be digging into the snow to slow you down. I inched down the slope and Sonny had to probably wait for me 10 times. When we go to the bottom, Sonny asked me if I wanted a challenge. Now that I finished the greens, I felt ready to take on anything.

So, we went back up to the top of the mountain and he said that he wanted to teach me how to do moguls. Moguls are basically large bumps in the snow that speed you up if you go over, and slow you down if you go between them. The current slope that we were going on was called “Outhouse.” Sonny taught me to sit down if I was tired and to go through the moguls unless you want to go uncontrollably fast. My brother was too lazy to teach me how to snowboard. He came speeding down the mountain, over the moguls like a madman. My friend Sonny helped me finish the whole slope, inch, by inch, by inch. When I got to the bottom of the slope, my legs felt like spaghetti. Sonny waited with me at the bottom patiently. After I could stand up, Sonny said this is the fun part. He took off his snowboard and sat on it like a sled. We went down a very small slope, but my snowboard was too slippery.

I managed to jump off before the board sailed off the edge of a cliff. I didn’t want to have to tell the people who rented it to us what happened, so I went after it. Bad idea. The snow where my board got stuck was very soft, so I couldn’t just jump out. After a couple minutes, I started panicking. I tried shoving my board out, but the cliff was too deep. I tried making holes in the cliff side as footholds and handholds, but whenever I got on one, it would just fall apart. The more I struggled, the deeper I got. I decided on holding my board in the air so that if someone saw it, they would see me. By the time I got my board in the air, a snowmobile had already passed. I saw an occasional person pass, but none of them saw me. I looked down at the land under me. There was no sign of civilization. I was stuck. Now I really started freaking out. I would yell at anybody passing, but none of them went slow enough to hear or see me. I started feeling sleepy and tired. I felt like I was going to die.

Finally, after what felt like a day, a skier heard me yelling on the side. She looked like she just saw a ghost. She helped me out by first grabbing by the board out. Then, she had me grab onto her ski pole and pulled me out as hard as she could. I slowly got lifted out an inch, by inch. When I got out, I was covered head to toe in snow. I thanked the woman one more time and went off, this time, standing on my board.

After a couple of minutes, I saw a couple of people sitting on the side of the slope. I suddenly tripped on a chunk of ice on the slope. When I got back up, the people sitting down were moving towards me. As I looked closer, I noticed that the people were actually my friend Sonny, and my brother. They were waiting for me the whole time. Actually, my brother wanted to leave, but Sonny made him wait for me. They said that they were really worried, but I could tell my brother was really annoyed that he had to wait for me. He probably would have said that he could have gone up and down ten times in the time that he waited for me. I told them the story of me flying off a cliff after a snowboard. While they were waiting, they saw me coming down the corner covered in snow, but they didn’t know it was me. When I tripped, my brother said,“ Yeah, that’s him.” We made our way to the cafeteria, and I cleaned myself there. They took off my jacket and smashed it against a table. The ice flew off and we chucked the ice outside. I decided to take a break from snowboarding for a while.

We bought a couple of bottles of soda and mixed it with the clean snow outside and sold it to people passing by. Everytime that we sold a cup, we made a little profit. Then, we spent the income that we made on more bottles of soda and repeated the process until we made $20. We spent it all on candy and shared it with each other. I decided to go back up the mountain. We went back up the lift and went down all of the hardest slopes there were. We tried to fit as much fun as possible before the park closed. We finally had to go back to the home, but not before dinner. We went to an Irish restaurant and ordered our food. While we waited, we played games on Sonny’s phone. I ordered a shepherd’s pie. It was the best shepherd’s pie that I have ever eaten. Then, we said goodbye to Sonny and went back to the rental home. At home, my dad got the electric fire up and going. We watched movie after movie until we fell asleep.

The next day came by faster than you could say, “Where did the snow go?” After the day, Sonny came over to our home, and we built a snowman. It was more like a big lump of snow with an icicle as a nose and a couple sticks as eyes. I accidentally put the eyes on the snowman too low so it’s face looked deformed. Then, we took a shower inside and built a massive fort on the sofa. The next day, we had to leave. I felt like the trip passed by way too fast. We said goodbye to all of our friends and hit the road. I thought about the ski trip. All of the good things and bad things.

We drove for another couple of hours and met up with all of our friends at a hotel. We played games all night and ran around until our neighbors told us to be quiet. We all went to sleep, each of us in our own dream. The next day we ate breakfast and left. I also hoped that there wouldn’t be a blizzard like last time we went skiing. There wasn’t any gas at the gas stations so we couldn’t waste the gas on AC. I stayed up all night in my ski clothes to keep warm. Luckily, that didn’t happen and we got home safely. I couldn’t have been more happy about being at home. I realized that I was being a lot more cautious after I fell off the cliff. It may be that I didn’t want that to happen again. Maybe if I didn’t trust Sonny’s judgment more than my own, I wouldn’t have flown off the cliff. But either way, I learned that sometimes you just have to go with your gut!



             Life is like fishing, you never know what you will get. We were driving out to the pond for a fishing trip. It was scorching outside, the AC wasn’t working and the road/dirt path we were driving on was covered in holes. When we got out of the car, the summer sun and the rancid smell of fish slapped us across our faces. My dad got out the fishing poles, and we walked down to the dock. We set up the lures and bait and started casting our lines. Everywhere around us, people were dragging in fish after fish. Every time someone pulled in a fish, I knew it was one less for us. Why were all the fish avoiding us? Minutes became hours. Time was slipping away, but I wasn’t leaving without a fish.

            My dad decided to let us reel in the next fish he caught. In no time, he handed my brother and me the rod and told us to check what was on the line. At first, we couldn’t pull the line free of whatever was on the end. Everybody thought it was snagged, but after a couple of seconds, we sensed a change in whatever was on the end of our line. We jerked back the pole to make sure that there was something on the end and started the fight. I was trying to reel in a fish the size of a truck. People were gathering around us like moths to a flame. I would pull the rod back and my brother would reel it in as the rod lowered, the perfect machine. The tip of the rod was in sync with the head shakes of the fish. At that moment, time seemed to slow down. Everything around us blurred to a stop and there was nothing but us with the fish.

          CRACK! The rod snapped. Why now, when the fight was almost over? Luckily, a person standing next to the rod managed to snatch it before it fell into the water. In the confusion, the line slacked and the fish set off on a run like its tail was on fire. We lost almost an hour of work in those crucial seconds. After what seemed like forever, we finally managed to see the fish; a blob of silver against the murky cold water around it. We pulled it up and saw something strange. When we set the hook, the lure somehow managed to catch the fish by the tail. If we had let it run a little longer, it may have been able to rip its tail free of the hook.

             After this incident, every time I would think of whining about how long a line was, or how boring an activity is, I would think about this moment. Most times, the best experiences in life take patience but pay off in more ways than you might imagine.