Ski day

Because nothing very interesting has happened in my life recently, and I am not very political, I was not sure what to write about this week. I eventually came to the conclusion to write about my ski day over winter break with Chloe. The day did not start very easy. As Chloe and I got in the line to go up the lift, her pass would not scan. Apparently, a waiver was not signed for her and the pass would not activate until it was signed. She came with my family, so my father ended up having to sign the form. However when we started skiing, it was a great time. At lunch, people complained about the snow. I did not notice and real bad snow, but I guess my skis were just nice and sharp. We all did find one thing to complain about, and that was the lift we were on. Loads of beginners were on this lift. It had to slow down or stop every time someone fell down while getting off or on. So, we decided to head over for a different lift.

This ski lift is known for going fast and not stopping often. My younger brother was tired and so he and my mom went to hang out in a lodge. Chloe, my dad, and I skied a few runs by that fast lift. We got on the chair lift again and halfway up it stopped. We sat there for a few minutes wondering what the deal was. Then, the chair moved again and thought our waiting was over. Unfortunately, the lift only moved a few inches and stopped again. This happened a few times, and I began to fear the worst. I was concerned that the chair lift was broken, and we would be stranded for hours. After a while, they got it working again and we made it off. Yet, the dread of getting stranded on a chairlift still lingers in my mind every time I ski.