their list.
While riding the lift up to the 10,452 foot peak, Ardra shared the story of her parents leaving without saying goodbye to her. It was all she could do to refrain from chewing her fingernails off through her gloves.
“Really?” her best friend asked before following the rhetorical question with, “They’ve never done that before! Heck! I usually get a goodbye out of them any time they’ve gone anywhere without you! I can see why you had your back up about it.”
“Yeah, but I really was over reacting, right? I mean, I’m an adult after all. If it wasn’t for school, I’d probably be out of the house and married by now. Then it wouldn’t even cross my mind if they left town without calling. I don’t know that saying goodbye to my twenty-one year old daughter would be very high on my list of things to do if I were leaving town under these circumstances either.”
“Yeah, I guess that would be a little low on my list, too. But hey! At least you have me!”
Piper put an arm around Ardra’s shoulders as they continued the ride up the steep slope in silence. Ardra stared down at the board dangling from her left foot and smiled when she saw the erratic movements of the board strapped to her best friend’s left foot.
As kids, they had both been terrified of the ski lifts. Ardra would nearly chew her fingers to nubs by the time they made it to the top of a run and Piper was always swinging her board around nervously, which usually ended up in a twisted ankle before the day had even really started.
Now she found the feeling of being up in the air with nothing to catch her if she fell to be exhilarating. She enjoyed the rush and the slow buildup to the moment they would get their boards back in the snow and plummet back down the slope at breakneck speeds.
Snowboarding was the only form of entertainment during the winter months in Utah as far as she was concerned. Luckily for her; the snowboarding season lasted about seven months.
As they came to the peak, Piper removed her arm from around Ardra’s shoulders and made sure that her jacket was zipped up tight. They both slid out of the lift, leading with their left feet and letting their right foot land on the “stomp pad” at the back of their boards. They slid off to the side so that the next couple could get off without crashing into them and strapped their loose feet into the bindings.
They mounted the lip of the run, the familiar butterflies fluttered around in Ardra’s stomach as she stared down the nearly vertical slope of Mt. Millicent. They touched their fists to each other and leaped off the hard packed snow into the powder.
As Ardra got her bearings and pointed her board in the direction she wanted to go, she caught sight of Piper doing the same thing. The two girls accelerated down the face of the mountain at breakneck speeds. They were always aware of the each other’s location, effortlessly criss-crossing paths like a seasoned figure eight team. They dodged boulders, jumped fallen logs and flew past other boarders and skiers that were taking the run at sane speeds.
The feeling of the icy wind whipping her face and the adrenaline caused by obstacles on the slope were more than enough to keep her mind focused on the task at hand and off of all the other things that had been going on in her life. She welcomed the break and embraced the rush that was pumping endorphins through her veins.
As they reached the bottom of the run, both girls turned their boards sideways and dug in their heels. Snow went flying everywhere as they came to a stop.
After some girly gushing about the run, Piper took charge and lead them over to the lift that would take them up to Clayton Peak and the beginning of the run named The Western Trail. It was a mellow trail in comparison to Millicent, so they took it easy and talked back and forth as their boards slid over the soft snow.
“So, that guy in accounting that came and talked to me today, guess what he
While riding the lift up to the 10,452 foot peak, Ardra shared the story of her parents leaving without saying goodbye to her. It was all she could do to refrain from chewing her fingernails off through her gloves.
“Really?” her best friend asked before following the rhetorical question with, “They’ve never done that before! Heck! I usually get a goodbye out of them any time they’ve gone anywhere without you! I can see why you had your back up about it.”
“Yeah, but I really was over reacting, right? I mean, I’m an adult after all. If it wasn’t for school, I’d probably be out of the house and married by now. Then it wouldn’t even cross my mind if they left town without calling. I don’t know that saying goodbye to my twenty-one year old daughter would be very high on my list of things to do if I were leaving town under these circumstances either.”
“Yeah, I guess that would be a little low on my list, too. But hey! At least you have me!”
Piper put an arm around Ardra’s shoulders as they continued the ride up the steep slope in silence. Ardra stared down at the board dangling from her left foot and smiled when she saw the erratic movements of the board strapped to her best friend’s left foot.
As kids, they had both been terrified of the ski lifts. Ardra would nearly chew her fingers to nubs by the time they made it to the top of a run and Piper was always swinging her board around nervously, which usually ended up in a twisted ankle before the day had even really started.
Now she found the feeling of being up in the air with nothing to catch her if she fell to be exhilarating. She enjoyed the rush and the slow buildup to the moment they would get their boards back in the snow and plummet back down the slope at breakneck speeds.
Snowboarding was the only form of entertainment during the winter months in Utah as far as she was concerned. Luckily for her; the snowboarding season lasted about seven months.
As they came to the peak, Piper removed her arm from around Ardra’s shoulders and made sure that her jacket was zipped up tight. They both slid out of the lift, leading with their left feet and letting their right foot land on the “stomp pad” at the back of their boards. They slid off to the side so that the next couple could get off without crashing into them and strapped their loose feet into the bindings.
They mounted the lip of the run, the familiar butterflies fluttered around in Ardra’s stomach as she stared down the nearly vertical slope of Mt. Millicent. They touched their fists to each other and leaped off the hard packed snow into the powder.
As Ardra got her bearings and pointed her board in the direction she wanted to go, she caught sight of Piper doing the same thing. The two girls accelerated down the face of the mountain at breakneck speeds. They were always aware of the each other’s location, effortlessly criss-crossing paths like a seasoned figure eight team. They dodged boulders, jumped fallen logs and flew past other boarders and skiers that were taking the run at sane speeds.
The feeling of the icy wind whipping her face and the adrenaline caused by obstacles on the slope were more than enough to keep her mind focused on the task at hand and off of all the other things that had been going on in her life. She welcomed the break and embraced the rush that was pumping endorphins through her veins.
As they reached the bottom of the run, both girls turned their boards sideways and dug in their heels. Snow went flying everywhere as they came to a stop.
After some girly gushing about the run, Piper took charge and lead them over to the lift that would take them up to Clayton Peak and the beginning of the run named The Western Trail. It was a mellow trail in comparison to Millicent, so they took it easy and talked back and forth as their boards slid over the soft snow.
“So, that guy in accounting that came and talked to me today, guess what he
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