The ski course continued to wind through the dense woods and everyone grew weary. We all just wanted to be back to Slana School, the place where we’d been staying. Some of the students didn’t have warm enough clothing to defend themselves against the vicious wind Mother Nature cast upon us. Almost everyone was fed up with skiing.
While trudging through the winding trail my ski fell off and I had to stop to fix it. By doing so I lagged behind the fast group and became a part of the slower group. Since I was faster than them I went ahead trying to catch up to the fast group. I was a long ways ahead of them and found myself scared that I may have taken the wrong trail for two reasons: one I couldn’t hear anyone at all and two, the trail wasn’t packed down much. The feeling of being lost is pretty terrible. However, that feeling vanished once I caught up to my classmates.
After about an hour and a half later we were back to the trail head and off to the school to rest. Though our group of skiers suffered through great pain, most of us ended up having a wonderful skiing experience that we’ll remember the rest of our lives.