During this Christmas break, my buddies Hanna, Caleb, Jared, Aaron, Russell and I decided to take a trip to Hilltop Ski Area in Anchorage. It was the 23rd of December when Hanna brought the idea up. The weather was horrible. It was cold and windy; the wind scoured the ground of snow. I was worried Hilltop would be as bald as Bruce Willis’s head.
The next day, the weather report called for a break. That day, everyone prepared for the excitement we would experience. There was a problem: I didn’t have a snowboard or boots. So, in that moment of “What!!”, we all packed into the van and took a little trip to my friend George’s house. I kindly asked if I could borrow his board and boots; he said “Sure!” With a board, boots, and $26 for a lift ticket, I was set.
After getting back, Shannon, Hanna, and Caleb’s mom made each one of us pull out all our gear to make sure all of it was there and that it was appropriate for the occasion. “I don’t want you kiddos forgetting anything,” she said. Later we packed our gear into the van, each board looking like a can of sardines. If we wanted to make it for the 12 to 5 p.m. session we’d have to wake up around 7 a.m., and we all vowed not to stay up too late. It was 10 p.m. and the beds were calling our names.
The next morning I was the second to wake up, (counting Shannon). I ended up having to wake everyone else up with a handy tool I call the blow horn. While laughing so hard at everyone barging into the living room, we were greeted by Shannon’s chocolate chip pancakes. Russell, our designated driver, showed up from Big Lake. He made sure the van was fueled up and also had somebody that knew their way there (me). To Be Continued…..
The next day, the weather report called for a break. That day, everyone prepared for the excitement we would experience. There was a problem: I didn’t have a snowboard or boots. So, in that moment of “What!!”, we all packed into the van and took a little trip to my friend George’s house. I kindly asked if I could borrow his board and boots; he said “Sure!” With a board, boots, and $26 for a lift ticket, I was set.
After getting back, Shannon, Hanna, and Caleb’s mom made each one of us pull out all our gear to make sure all of it was there and that it was appropriate for the occasion. “I don’t want you kiddos forgetting anything,” she said. Later we packed our gear into the van, each board looking like a can of sardines. If we wanted to make it for the 12 to 5 p.m. session we’d have to wake up around 7 a.m., and we all vowed not to stay up too late. It was 10 p.m. and the beds were calling our names.
The next morning I was the second to wake up, (counting Shannon). I ended up having to wake everyone else up with a handy tool I call the blow horn. While laughing so hard at everyone barging into the living room, we were greeted by Shannon’s chocolate chip pancakes. Russell, our designated driver, showed up from Big Lake. He made sure the van was fueled up and also had somebody that knew their way there (me). To Be Continued…..
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