Mount Snow

Parker Nagtegaal 

It’s about nine o’clock on Sunday January twentieth I’m in Vermont at Mount Snow. It snowed about ten inches the night before. The slopes are covered with fluffy snow. I make the trek upstairs from my room up to the kitchen where I find my dad. He tells me that they are go out on to the mountain in about ten minutes because they woke up late and weren’t able to get out for the first chair at eight o’clock. So I get out frozen Eggos throw them in the toaster and stuff them in my face. No time for maple syrup or butter. I go down stairs throw on my long socks and my shirt with a thin puffy coat. I race back up the stairs my dad and uncle are pretty much ready. I swiftly put on my snow pants and struggle to get on my ski boots. I put on my jacket and helmet and we get out of the door. We walk up to a little “secret” entrance on the mountain. I get out on the trail and I start going down and... I’m stuck. I landed in a untouched patch of snow that made me stop completely. I hike my way down to the chair lift where I reunite with my dad and uncle (who were already down there) and we get in line. We get on the chair and start going up. Once we get off the lift we immediately take a right to the trail. We go down a trail called mine shaft. (It’s a trail with a lot of jumps) so we start going down and I hit my first jump of the day. I go flying through the air I feel like the moment could last forever but then I slam back down on to the ground reminded that I cannot fly. We keep going aloung the trail and we get to a very steep part that leads to a flat point. Because of the thick snow we have to bomb down this hill. I decide to take off my googles so I can get the wind in my face. I race down and make it to the next trail where I get stuck (again) and I have to hike down (again). The snow was so thick that after only on run we all decide to go back to the house because we are all so tired. And while the thick snow was a fun challenge it would have been better without it.