After lunch I went back, oh wait, let me start from the beginning so you know the whole story. That year the 5th graders that were going into 6th got move over to the Jr. High School. I and I assume others were worried about field trips and if they would still apply at North, but thankfully the Powder Ridge one was still in motion. The day that I went to Powder Ridge was one of the most awesomely awesome days of 6th grade.
It all started out on a gleaming day glowing in a sense anticipating on what was to happen. Teachers loaded the buses full of kids ready for the day to truly start. The bus blustered and bellowed away as its wheels caressed the gravel underneath. Inside the bus I sat in the back with my friends. We slowly but, surly added to the noise level. Everyone knew when we were getting close. You could hear the talking dim; see less lips move, and almost all the eye pasted to the window watching for any sign of our destination.
As soon as the bus stopped in the parking lot the silence was broken. Everyone started to stir and teachers had to intervene. They said the directions; I wasn’t really paying attention so as I got off the bus I just followed everyone else as they mobbed their way to the entrance.
The place was enchanting. It smelled of fresh air, hot chocolate, and perspiration all mixed together. We sat in an open room with tables and chairs. Then the teachers explained the rules and what was all happening that day. They said that we were going to take a skiing lesson with a group of people and then take a test on the bunny hill. Then we were able to go down the green triangle hills (easy ones) and the blue square hills (medium ones) but not the black diamond hills (difficult one).
We got started by walking down the stairs to get our skis. They creaked and groaned as we jostled down them. At the bottom we ambled past the cafeteria and into the room with the skis, boots, and poles.
I got my skis and boots and went to take my lesson. It only took about a half hour. Then I went to the bunny hill to take my test. I pass the 2nd time and got to go up the ski lift. The ride up on the ski lift wasn’t as horrendous as I thought it was going to be. You could see skier and snowboarders glide atop the snow and ice. There were ski poles in the trees and a little yellow spot back there too. Hum wonder what that was from.
At the top I went down a green triangle hill called the outback. As soon as I started to accelerate I felt the slight breeze through my coat, the shouts of joy surrounded me with kids old and young zoomed past. This was my first skiing experience and I still cherish it to this day.
Nice job describing things. Tell more about when you were out skiing.
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