Utah

Last spring break I went to Utah with my family and some family friends. It was a fun experiance. All I saw for miles was layers and layers of fresh,white snow. After suiting up and getting ready to go skiing with everyone I was with, we drove to the mountain. Riding the chairlift up to the top was one of the coldest experiances of my life. Though it was surrounded by fresh smelling pine trees. As we went into high elevation it turned from cold to bone chilling; even through the winter coat, hat, gloves, scars and goggles I had been wearing. The wind whipped wildly at my face and I managed to get a really unattractive wind burn on just my cheeks and a strip of my forehead. You could only hear the silent slush of the snow around you as you went speeding down the mountain. There are 3 levels to the mountains in Utah(and everywhere in fact), and then there are mini levels in those levels. I got to level 2 which is blue. The most I did was double blue, which is one step down from expert. I only had one bad fall. The snow I landed on was soft, but the impact was hard. All my other falls were just regular falls that every skiier goes through. Another thing I enjoyed about Utah was the food. I ate at my friends cabin one night and they made shrimp tacos. It was delicious. I miss Utah.