Personally I had a very boring spring break. All I did (with a few exceptions) was play a
lot of squash and watch a lot of Netflix. One of the few exceptions was when I got to
go skiing for a couple of days at Kicking Horse with my boyfriend and his
family. My favourite memory from the
whole two weeks we didn’t have school was from that weekend. It was the end of a very lazy day and
everyone had only lasted one run on the hill because the conditions were awful
at the summit, there was zero visibility and pretty much everything was skied
out already. Andrew, his brother and I
were all watching TV at their condo and not really doing anything. Around late afternoon the boy’s mom came in
and told us that we had to go out for the last run of the day. Both Andrew and I were tired and didn’t
really feel like going but somehow we convinced ourselves to put on our ski
things and went to catch the last gondi of the day. When we went outside there
was no one around, the usual line for the gondi was non existent and the clouds
had almost completely cleared away. After
what seemed like the shortest gondola ride of all time we got out and saw just
how picture perfect the summit had gotten.
The time between when we got our skis on and when we reached the base
of the hill was incredibly special to me.
It felt so exhilarating, the two of us skiing down glorious fresh,
untouched powder, the crisp chilled air filling my lungs has I shot down the
hill. I’m not the most confident skier
but for some reason being surrounded by such a beautiful setting with only one
other person made me feel peaceful and content.
Skiing became easier for some unknown reason. I wasn’t just trying to keep up to Andrew the
whole time, I was just enjoying myself as I glided along the vibrant white
snow. That was my favourite part of spring break. Skiing the perfect run with one of my
favourite people on a stunning day.
