“Too many things to remember,” I thought to myself. The drive up was mainly explaining what is going to happen once we arrived at Shawnee Mountain. The road from the lodge was bumpy and long; however, I knew the trip ahead would be worth it. My ride eventually stopped in a crowded parking lot. The snow on the unveiled mountain and ground was a matte, white color. The wind was unnoticeable on the way to the registration building. As soon as we got into the central area, we grouped up. There was a window of about half an hour for us to go down the bunny slopes to practice before the actual lessons were available. There were two tiers to the slope, a lower section and a higher section. A ski lift carried people to the high area