This slope looked much bigger to me now, though there wasn’t much slant in it and it couldn’t have been longer than 300 feet. The intermediate hill was to the left of the bunny slope and the advanced slope was to the left of that one. By the slopes was a cafe, some picnic tables, and a large speaker that blasted upbeat music all day long.
No one told us any rules for skiing before we went out onto the slope and since I hadn’t skied before I didn’t know a thing. Us and the Cranes both started out on that small slope but since their family and Dad had skied before they didn’t stay there for too long.
When I first started down the small slope, I had to push myself a bit to get going but once I had started down the hill I began gaining speed
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Once we got to the top, the cafe at the bottom of the slope looked like just a small block. The music that I was sure could be heard for miles around was just barely audible from up here.
“Have people died on this slope before?” Mika asked our ski instructor, Shawn, as we looked down at the steep slope.
“I don’t think anyone has died,” he said in a very South African accent. “But seriously injured, yes.” I looked at Mika in shock, hoping that I wouldn’t join the group of seriously injured people. “Let’s go,” he said.
We made our way down very slowly, doing our snowplow the whole way down. I was sure that our instructor was becoming impatient with our sluggish ride down but I was more worried for my life than for his patience.
The slopes closed at 5:30 p.m. so we went from there back to the Greenhouse to clean up before walking to the Sky Restaurant for dinner. While we waited for our food no one spoke much. We were all exhausted from the long day and ready for some food and sleep. Gabe fell asleep on his chair before the food even arrived. Mika stared into space most of the night and I had to ask people to repeat things quite often because I was too tired to listen to them the first time they said