From the moment we woke up, the day exceeded our expectations, the past few days had been a bit windy and cool, but today we were welcomed to the mountain by a beautiful sunrise that brought tears to Liam’s star struck eyes. We relentlessly shredded the slick slopes. The coaches emptied the salt bags (weighing 600 pounds total) with reckless abandon to create a perfect skiing surface. Once the salting was done, we absconded up the chairlift to begin our assault on the pristine slalom day.
Our group (Stantana’s) began our day with a leg extension focus down the perfect course. The lines were exceptionally short on this amazing ski day, so we were able to take a myriad of runs. With not many breaks in the beginning of the day, our group made lots of runs before our scheduled break at ten o’clock, where we launched more particles of NaCl onto the track once more. From there, we continued perform extremely nasty (in a good way) runs that left Stantana and other bystanders who were wistfully gazing upon our glory thrown out of their ski boots, buckles and all. Finally, around eleven thirty, we slid down to assist our wonderful mentor coaches in relieving the battered gates of their misery by ripping them from their sockets in the snow.
After lunch the rest of the day was more routine as we went to Government Camp and bought the final presents for our coach Matt ‘Stantana’ for his day of birth (this day), which he gladly appreciated. He blew out the candles with all of his mighty gale force winds, like a tempest, or better put, a hurricane, of his birthday cake that was homemade by the wonderful girls in Cabin 2. When Stantana blew out the candles, it sadly represented him extinguishing the flames of his childhood. Upon this melancholy moment, we end this elegant blog post.