The anticipation as I waited for my friend’s red Mazda to come pick me up was taking its toll on me. I was pacing back and forth in my living room. The only thought going through my head was that I would be snowboarding in the Olympic town of Park City in less than 72 hours. Once my friend Garrett finally showed up, I scrambled to pack my things in the car, strapped my snowboard into is new Thule ski racks, and quickly said goodbye to my mom. As soon as I sat in the car, excitement took over my anticipation. The sun was shining, making for a great day to travel. And travel we did. We had a two day trek ahead of us. The scenery as we drove from our home town in Liberty Lake, Washington through Idaho was nothing less than beautiful. I was surrounded by the scent of evergreen trees, sunshine, and my iPod blasting through my buddy’s car stereo. We were setting the happy mood by blasting some of the new Mac Miller album. The ride was pretty uneventful, the most excitement I saw was when we stopped for gas in Montana and I bought a new pair of fake Ray-Ban sunglasses. The rest of the ride to Park City was relatively uneventful. It was only once we reached Utah that the excitement kicked in again. The plains, the wind, how hot the car got from the sun even though it was so cold, all of the elements made for a great ride. We didn’t stop until we got to Salt Lake City. We found the Costco, ran in, bought our tickets for Park City Mountain Resort and Canyons Resort since they were cheaper, and then ran back to the car to head for Park City. As we drove out of Salt Lake City, all I could do was daydream about the videos of my favorite pro riders riding at the exact place that I was heading. The thoughts overwhelmed me, and by the time I stopped daydreaming we could see the resort names start to appear on road signs. The Park City exit sign had a Volcom Stone sticker replacing the dot in the “I” in City, which really made me excited to see. As we drove through Park City on the way to our resort, the Whitewater Lift Lodge, I couldn’t help but notice how much everyone had the ski bum style. I loved it. Our resort was amazing, plenty of room, a huge hot tub, and within walking distance of the every famous Park City Mountain Resort. Our room was great; it had a separate room for sleeping that had two beds, along with a 32 inch Vizio TV. The room also had a nice kitchen with a dining room attached, along with a family room with a 47 inch Vizio TV with a DVD player. We barely slept that night. We awoke bright and early to head to Park City Mountain resort. After heading to the ticket booth to exchange our vouchers for lift tickets, we headed up to the Three Kings lift; which contained the main terrain park. The park was phenomenal, even scary. We lapped it all day long. It started out with a 60 foot gap kicker, or jump. After the jump we hit the series of rails, always trying to impress everyone. Then, right in front of the lodge, were the big jumps where the pros rode. We didn’t touch those. There will never be another feeling like riding Park City again. The trip of a lifetime.
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