There we sat. In the frigid cold. Alone. No one around. No reception. Beautiful, white, heavy snow coming down non-stop, creating a pure white layer of powdered snow. We had no idea what to do. We were clueless. It was Sunday, January 28th, a beautiful day for skiing. We left at 7 a.m. The car I went in didn’t smell pleasant. One hour and thirty minutes of a car that smelled like wet dog and a car freshener combined. I was gagging on the air, waiting, and waiting to get out. Turns out I fell asleep. About an hour later, Meghan poked me and yelled, “WAKE UP MARENA, WE ARE HERE!” I jumped out of my seat. She scared me half to death. Her dad was already getting lift tickets, so Meghan and I had to carry everything inside. As I was walking to the ski rack, I was thinking, Meghan you better not smack me in the head with those skis. You’ll be happy to know she didn’t hit me in the head but she did drop the two pairs of skis and poles on my feet. It felt like she dropped a boulder on me. I was limping the rest of the way into the lodge. We got inside and it looked like a log …show more content…
Terry smiled and proclaimed, “Why of course you can! You to have fun!” I was slowly about to die inside. I wanted to pull Meghan and back and just push her down the main trail. But, instead of that I just followed Meghan through the woods, thinking to myself, “You have been skiing for 9 years, you’ll be fine.” I was right, we were doing fine until there was a huge drop-off. I was trying to think of what we should do, “Well, maybe we can ski across to Wildcat.” Oh, and did I mention that Wildcat is one of the steepest-ski slopes in the state? As Meghan and I were trying to ski across to get to Wildcat there had to be five million trees lying on the ground in our way. We both kept falling every two seconds so; then, we just sat there. Meghan let out a big