My first trip
Skiing Adventure
Allison Fickey
ENG 101
Instructor Everett Reed
1 February 2014
The memory of Allison’s first Ski Trip to Snowshoe with her boyfriend, Dillon and his family still remained some of her best memories. Preparing their ski equipment seemed just like trying to get a very hyper ADD child to focus. The weather had already picked up, and it was hard to pull through the already freezing mess. But the time they spent skiing on the cold mountain slopes would make it worth the while. They arrived in Snowshoe, West Virginia at 7 at night that January. Immediately they unloaded Deidre’s shiny black Ford Focus, and headed to their hotel suite. Once they were inside they all picked out a room, and went to get a nights rest. Allison woke up before anyone else, so she went to make coffee. As the smell of the strong, coffee filled the suite, everyone began to awake. Dillon looked like half awaken zombie as he made his way to the kitchen. Allison poured everyone a cup of coffee, and turned on the TV just as the breath taking image of snow fell across the screen. It seemed to be the weather forecast for that very day. They all began to listen carefully as the weather man described the windy, wet, and snowy day that was ahead of them. They couldn’t help but cringe. Weather conditions like that make for a harsh day on the side of the mountain.
Allison seemed to be out her daze and back into her own head again, as Dillon started laughing. “What’s that funny” Allison replied. “The look of anxiety on your face, just stay calm, today will be fine!” Dillon said. He was right, maybe not the ideal weather for skiing but they would still enjoy it. Before Allison could say anything, Dillon started digging through the gear on the table. Looking at the mound of gear thrown everywhere it reminded them of a post
tornado. Jackets, boots, googles, gloves, helmets, and bibs completely dispersed. Allison knew that her bright
Allison Fickey
ENG 101
Instructor Everett Reed
1 February 2014
The memory of Allison’s first Ski Trip to Snowshoe with her boyfriend, Dillon and his family still remained some of her best memories. Preparing their ski equipment seemed just like trying to get a very hyper ADD child to focus. The weather had already picked up, and it was hard to pull through the already freezing mess. But the time they spent skiing on the cold mountain slopes would make it worth the while. They arrived in Snowshoe, West Virginia at 7 at night that January. Immediately they unloaded Deidre’s shiny black Ford Focus, and headed to their hotel suite. Once they were inside they all picked out a room, and went to get a nights rest. Allison woke up before anyone else, so she went to make coffee. As the smell of the strong, coffee filled the suite, everyone began to awake. Dillon looked like half awaken zombie as he made his way to the kitchen. Allison poured everyone a cup of coffee, and turned on the TV just as the breath taking image of snow fell across the screen. It seemed to be the weather forecast for that very day. They all began to listen carefully as the weather man described the windy, wet, and snowy day that was ahead of them. They couldn’t help but cringe. Weather conditions like that make for a harsh day on the side of the mountain.
Allison seemed to be out her daze and back into her own head again, as Dillon started laughing. “What’s that funny” Allison replied. “The look of anxiety on your face, just stay calm, today will be fine!” Dillon said. He was right, maybe not the ideal weather for skiing but they would still enjoy it. Before Allison could say anything, Dillon started digging through the gear on the table. Looking at the mound of gear thrown everywhere it reminded them of a post
tornado. Jackets, boots, googles, gloves, helmets, and bibs completely dispersed. Allison knew that her bright