After being covered in snow during the short walk from the airport we made it into the truck where the adventure began. Driving up the steep mountain at midnight listening to Aerosmith I realized how much fun this trip was going to be. My best friend and both of our dads ventured on a ski trip to Whitefish Montana, which we had been awaiting for many years. Being expert skiers, this mountain was on our list, because of the tremendous amount of snow they get year after year. Falling asleep that first night was hard for all of us because we were so excited for the next day. The next morning all of us had breakfast and were geared up by seven am. As we rode the chairlift to the peak I looked around at how beautiful the mountains were, and how I got to share these moments with my dad. The whole day we went down black diamonds, flew of cliffs, and cruised through the abundant powder. The way the sun’s rays sparkled through the snow as you skied through it seemed like millions of diamonds flying around you. We came back to our lodge laughing in euphoria of how great the first day was. As we settled down for the night my dad cooked burgers on the grill and we got to spend some quality time with one another. We talked about family, school, and my plans for the future. This was the first time my dad and I had taken a vacation together without the rest of the family coming along, and it was a great bonding experience. The next morning my friend surprised us with new avalanche trackers for us to wear, so we could go out of bounds. We hiked up to the highest point on the mountain and prepared ourselves for an intense ride. My friend went first, followed by his dad, and then it was our turn. I ripped through the deep powder and thought to myself how much I enjoyed life. Arriving at the base of the mountain I could tell that I was not the only one that experienced the same feeling. We came back to the lodge earlier that day because both of the dads were sore, and enjoyed a delicious steak dinner. The last day my friend and I went on the mountain, and we returned different two people. We skied our favorite trails the whole day, and went back to the out of bounds area. As we went up the chairlift, suddenly we heard the voice of a man screaming. We found a ski patrol and showed him were the man was deep in the woods. His ankle was injured, but he was safe now. The ski patrol commended us, and we had a great story to share with our dads. That night we stayed up late sharing our favorite parts about the trip. We got on the plane the next morning to return to Minnesota which was disappointing, but as I reflected about the trip I realized I had the best trip of my life with my dad.
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