2 weeks ago, we went on a ski trip to mount Washington. I hadn’t been to mount Washington since I was around the age of 7, so i was quite exited to finally come there after 7 years.
On the way to mount Washington, we had to take a 3 hour bus ride. to pass the time, I decided to listen to some music, which helped pass the time. After several desperate attempts to sleep, I failed. I have found that is is very difficult for me to fall asleep while in a vehicle. But, all that aside, we eventually made it to the mountain. I hadn’t seen this much snow since I was 7. The white snow coating the mountain like frosting on a birthday cake. The intense snowfall clashing against the side of the bus window. On the way up, it was difficult to see the snow gaining height. The snow almost appeared suddenly, the snow went from being not there, to being what seemed like 10 feet tall in the span of only 5 minutes. And when everyone wanted to leave the bus, we were delayed by a time of what felt like half an hour. We all wanted to leave, and it was a huge relief when we were finally let out. After an hour or two, I got my skiing equipment, and I took some lessons, in which I recorded using my go pro.
Eventually, I was able to go skiing with the rest of my friends, which was quite a fun experience. The charm of mount Washington hadn’t changed since I was last there. I vaguely remember going there as a kid, in which I would go tubing with my mom. After all, I had a lot of fun, but by the end, both of my arms hurt, as I crashed into the ground around 7 times.