The Deal

Last week, over February break, my dad and I took a trip out to Park City, Utah to experience some real mountains. Due to our anathema and disparagement toward all the icy trials all over the mountains in the east, we wanted to see where the real snow was. The idea all started with a colloquial conversation between my dad and I. After seeing a commercial for the Olympics, I simply mentioned that it would be incredible to go out to Vancouver to see them. So my dad told me that he'd buy my plane ticket if I got into Penn State. I didn't want to be credulous, because he's said things like this in the past, but never really meant it. However this time was different. After doing some research I realized that it would be cheaper to go to Utah instead, so I gathered up a dossier on my plans for the trip. One thing led to another, and my dad came along with me instead of a friend and it turned out to be the one of the best trips I have ever taken.