Skiing in Steamboat Springs

A whopping 6,732 feet of altitude and the flight of soaring skis start of the best vacation a girl could ask for! This spring break, I visited Steamboat Springs, a wonderful trip of chilly weather and beautiful mountainsides! From playing cards with loved ones, shredding the slopes and touring the village, this vacation was definitely one of my favorites.

Skiing with family is filled with both fun and competition! Beginning in Ski School allows us to catch up from the break, increasing the chance of higher ranked runs! This trip, my cousin Henry and I participated in lesson Teen Six, a course consititing of blue to black slopes, including moguls and tree trails. It was absolutely AMAZING! I have never experienced something as nerve-racking and exhilarating as sliding through bumpy tree trails and dodging vast patches of ice.

Skiing is an astonishing sport; I adore the wind and cold frost building up on my goggle lense—the crunch of my skis smoothing the snow under my boots, and the fire glowing in the village, bellowing warm smoke from its wood.

Although this may be one of my favorite sports, challenges may occur. During my time in Colorado, I fell trying to shuffle up a ski slope and wiped out—skis and poles coasting down the hill. Sweating through my jacket, I walk down through the trees to level land, glad for the minor incident.

Still, the challenges and efforts make the sport a event worth waiting for and at the end of long day, the best part is the after effect of happy exhaustion. I am so excited for next years adventure!

Steamboat Springs, CO!
Photo by me

Phantom of the Opera!

In February of 2015, my mom, grandpa, grandma and I began to drive in the frosty New York weather to travel to a Broadway theatre. I was bursting with excitement—itching to watch the Phantom of The Opera! Being in NYC is crazy, the ads, people, music—at that age I was intrigued by pretty much anything! Along the way, there were a few… complications. As you may believe, traffic was awful!

Five minutes before the play started, we scuttled to tip the taxi, exit the cab and sprint to the theatre. As we ran, I remember watching the dancing lights against the night sky, breathing warm air in the chilly weather, and listening to the honks and motors of taxis and transportation to the extravagant show. I must have looked starstruck because, man, it was wonderful!

Soon after we arrived, we sat in the red velvet seats, watched as the curtains ruffled on the sides of the stage and the dresses and costumes of bright colors flutter across the stage. I was amazed! The entrance of The Phantom gave me chills and the voice of Christine was mind bogglingly beautiful! The cast, the audience, the scenery and the music was so lovely and dreamy… it was a night I will never forget!