Friday (1/6)

We landed in Salt Lake City, UT and bussed to the town of Park City. Once we got there we walked around town for about an hour and found a local pizza place to have lunch, while we were waiting for our rooms to be ready. Once all of us got comfortable in our condos, we all just relaxed and hung out for the rest of the night.

Saturday (1/7)

We woke up at about 9 am, so that we could get on the slopes by 9:30. The group I went with the first day consisted of beginner and intermediate skiers. The first several runs we did were bunny slopes called, “first time”. Then we all went on a 5 min lift up to “home run”. This was the green run that we did for the first couple days of skiing. We did countless runs of this slope, and finally went back to our condos by around 2. The next day the only run we did was home run.

Sunday (1/8)

We got up at the same time today and started our day with a breakfast consisting of pop tarts, lucky charms, and bacon. Today, we only did home run. However, towards the end of the day myself and my friend, Tommy decided to try some of the “blue” runs that ran off of home run and then connected to it further down. I made it down the first section fine, and while waiting at the bottom for my friend that had fallen further up, my pole got stuck under my ski and my weight shifted backwards, resulting in me face planting into the snow. So yeah, I fell down standing still. We tried a new pizza place tonight that was really good. It was a small little bar that was covered from the ceiling to the floor in vintage beer cans.

Monday (1/9)

Last night, Mr. Carter decided that our groups needed to be organized based on ability level, so today was our first day with our new groups. However, before we could meet up with our new groups we all woke up to the screaming of a fire alarm, and no power. After that entire ordeal we finally hit the slopes. With our new group, my friend and I, began to hit as many “green” runs as we could. It really was quite fun. We even skied to a place where we could sit down and eat which was known as, “miner’s camp”. After this, we all skied a few more runs and then decided that we would take several “blue runs” back to town. This was my first try at an all blue run, and I only fell a couple times out of the three runs I did.

Tuesday (1/10)

For our final day of skiing, it began and ended in excitement. First, we again awoke to the sound of a screaming alarm and once again no power. When we got dressed, we realized that it was not the fire alarm going off this time. Upon further inspection we saw that the carbon monoxide alarm was flashing 3 digit numbers and screaming much louder than any alarm I’ve ever heard. The instant we realized what was going on we got out of there. We then called the staff and the fire department once again showed up. Once again, they found nothing. It was concluded that it was the result of an electrical short. Once all this confusion subsided we all hit the slopes again.

About a couple hours in we met up with out teacher, Mr. Carter. He took us on only blues, and then on to the canyon side. We did one run, by far my favorite one, called “Harmony”. This run took you on top of and under bridges, through forests, and down some seriously steep hills, it really had it all. After Mr. Carter split off me and my friend joined up with some of the more advanced skiers and snowboarders. They took me on my first “double blue” run. This run was called “Goldfinger”. I don’t think I’ve ever been so mad in my life. Throughout this run I would fall down time and time again, lose my skis, then tell my skis what I really thought about them, rinse, and repeat. In total I think I fell on that run 10+ times. Two of which I had to send ten or so minutes trying to put my skis back on in snow that would be able to hold a mouse before sinking down. Needless to say I hated this run with a burning passion. My friend also didn’t have too much luck with this run either, even going as far as losing his iPhone on it, where it still remains right now.

After all of this, we split up. My friend, Tommy and a snowboarder headed back to the condos, while myself, Andres, and Sarah headed up to do one more run. Little did we know, a big storm was brewing in the distance. About halfway through the run “Single Jack” we got lost. We ended up being escorted by ski patrol who re routed us, and about fifty other skiers and snowboarders down a road, and through what seemed to be a neighborhood, before we were finally brought back to the lodge, where we then bused back to the condos.