I walked down the hallway towards the doors leading out to the mountains, gripping my blue and black Nitro Haze snowboard by my side. My footsteps made soft thumping noises on the damp carpet beneath me. As I walked, all around me, I could hear and feel the buzz of excitement mixed with the people gently humming with pleasure. It was pleasing to my senses. At the end of the hallway, I pulled open the door.
Stepping out, I took in a breath of fresh winter air, and smiled. Sticking my tongue out, I could taste the sweet untainted snowflakes, gently falling and melting on my taste buds. I stood, with my feet planted deep in the soft, fluffy snow, gazed out towards the cool blue horizon and saw the endless and vast array of mountains scattered across the landscape. To my right and left—more mountains. The colossal formations exerted their dominance as they towered above, like kings proudly displaying their majesty.
I made my way to the gondolas, my heavy boots crunched softly, with each step sinking a few inches into the powdery snow; crunch, crunch, crunch. As I walked, I spotted a small bunch of children rolling around gleefully in the snow, without care for anything but fun in the world. I continued walking towards the gondolas. To the far left of me, a silvery cool ice lake glittered under the sunlight. A group of curlers set up their game on the lake; their joy was clearly evident with large grins, laughter and mirth.
Inside the gondola, the steady hum of the machinery rang in my ears, like a loud refrigerator. A steady click could be heard as the cable pulled the gondola up the mountain. I gazed out the window, fascinated by the spectacular views. Masses of evergreen trees gathered around on the slopes below. They started disappearing slowly but surely as I neared the timberline. The end of the gondola ride was nearing. I clenched my snowboard tightly and licked my dry cracked lips in anticipation a thrill ride of a holiday.
