11,000 Feet

After a couple months of waiting, it was finally time to board that plane on my way to "the greatest snow on earth" as they call it. Both my dad and I were naturally ebullient as we always are before a trip, but this one was even more exciting. I had been anxiously waiting for a chance to ski out west ever since I first clicked into a pair of skis, and now it was actually happening. We arrived at the airport and as we walked to the ticket people, we both looked incredibly maladroit with our enormous ski bags. The flight was long and uneventful and after a long day of travel, we got settled in our hotel room, shared a couple laconic words, and got some rest for the big days ahead. The next morning at Park City Mountain, we looked up at the slopes and all the snow with amazement. At the top, the slopes were steeper and more advanced than they were at home, but I was so excited that I couldn't help but have sang-froid as I stared down at the snowy world below. My dad on the other hand, had some scruples, but those went away after our first powdery run. The rest of the trip was filled with fresh snow, crazy runs, and a whole lot of fun.