Colorado
In 2010, during Christmas Break, my family went on a vacation to Colorado. It took
us about 15 hours to drive there but we split it up into 2 different days so
that it would be easier on all of us. We showed up on the the 20th of that
December and stayed for almost 2 weeks. We arrived home on January 2nd.
While we were there, our parents paid for us to get snowboarding lessons. Of
course, I was the youngest one so I got separated from my two older sisters. I
ended up being in a group of 3; one boy, one girl, and then our trainer, of
course. We get on the ski lift and head to the top of the mountain. As we
approach our destination, we all get ready to get off of the lift. You have to
realize, the ski lift doesn’t stop for you to get off; you just have to jump off
and get out of the way. Anyway, we get to the spot where we’re supposed to get
off at and the little girl jumps off of the ski lift and right in front of where
I’m supposed to get off at. I didn’t know what to do. It was either jump off and
plow her down as I get hit in the back of the head with the ski lift bench or I
could just stay on and get off on the one.
As I sit on the ski lift, 50 feet off the ground, I just glare down below me
at that girl and mumbled a few things under my breath. My trainer calls up to
the ski lift and told them that he had a student stuck on the ski lift so they
made a call and told them to stop the lift when the next stop came around. They
did just that and I was finally able to get off and warm up some. Each stop is
located about a mile apart, not to mention how slow the ski lifts really go. I
sit on the side of the mountain and wait for my trainer to show up and get me.
After about 30 minutes, I started to lose hope and realize that no one was going
to come get me and I tried to face the fact that I was going to be stranded out
there for the rest of my life. Another 15 minutes go by and I started hearing
something that sounded like a fourwheeler. I look up and in the distance, I saw
a bright green snowmobile coming up the mountain. He pulls up right beside me,
gets off and helps me stand up. He asked me what had happened but I wasn’t
really able to explain it at the time; I was only 11. He helped me get onto the
snowmobile and we headed back down the mountain and over to the food court. He
got me some water to drink and something to snack on. The two other kids that
were in my group dropped out and went to a higher level because I wasn’t as good
as them, but it’s okay. I would’ve strangled her if I had been around her any
longer than I was.
That’s how my 2nd day in Colorado ended up as. Once I got the hang of it, it
was actually quite interesting and enjoyable. I honestly hope that one day I am
able to go back there and do it again.