As we climbed higher and higher on the Interstate we could tell we were close because it was getting harder and harder to breathe. I looked out of my window and saw the most amazing thing: the Colorado Rockies. I had seen them on TV and in photographs, but nothing could have prepared me for the majesty of the actual mountains. Little white flakes began to fall from the heavens, and it looked like something right out of a movie.
We pulled up to the hotel to unpack and get some sleep for the day to come. When we got inside of the doors I immediately saw a huge roaring fire going. I was instantly warmed and relaxed. I looked to my right and see three men playing pool. We walk down the hall and into our room. It had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a full kitchen, a living room, a fireplace, and a patio. I looked out of my window and saw the tall peaks I would be skiing on the next day. We all ran and called out the best room for ourselves—only to be thrown out by the adults. We would be sleeping in the living room. We were all restless, tossing and turning until the sun rose.
In the morning we all rose early. We jumped out of bed, threw on our warmest clothes, and went out the door. We had to go into the small ski village at the foot of the mountain to rent our skis and get our lift passes. After we were all finished with everything it was time to hit the slopes.
It was my first time skiing so I had to start on my first challenge, the bunny hills. Well, almost my first challenge, I struggled a little bit with maneuvering my skis to even get on the lift. I finally figured it out and got to the top of the hill. I got off the lift and my face hit the freezing snow. My skis had tangled together. I had some trouble trying to get back onto my feet. I started down the hill, tried to turn and fell again. “Man”, I thought, “skiing isn’t hard but getting up after I fall is”. I soon got the hang of skiing and turning. It was time to try the main run. We started up the lift for the top of the mountain. It was so beautiful up there. I felt like I was on top of the world. I could feel the cold wind rushing against my face as I ripped my way in and out of people.
I spent the rest of the daylight getting better until I could do harder runs. By then it was dark and we were all hungry so we decided to go back to the hotel. When we got there we all went swimming outside. It was below freezing but it didn’t matter because the hotel had a heated pool and a hot tub. We sat in the hot tub and looked at the mountain. It was all lit up for the night skiers. You could see the flow of them coming down the mountain, then, a light snow started to fall. It was picture perfect.
Then next couple of days I spent skiing, hanging out with my friends, and exploring the little village at the foot of the mountain. It was one of the best times of my life. I will go back some day, hopefully even take my kids there. I will never forget my trip to Keystone, Colorado.
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