SOL 4: MAH FARST SKIING PARST

The howling winds blow at me, nearly succeeding in their goal of pushing me off of the T-Bar and onto the fields of snow. Tightening my grip on both my poles and the T-Bar (click to see what a T-Bar looks like), I glance over to the kid in my ski class that I am riding up with, noting his stupidity in not bringing a face mask. I look up towards the end of the T-Bar, and am overjoyed to see that I am maybe fifteen feet from the end. As I come over the edge of the catwalk, the gales of snow ease off a small amount, allowing me to throw off the T-Bar and slide away and towards the point where our ski class agreed to meet at. I wait calmly as the rest of our group assembles. Everyone slowly assembles, looking snowblown and exhausted. Our instructor, Ben, is the last to arrive, and quickly shouts at us over the force of the gusting wind that we are to drop into Horseshoe bowl and travel left, to where the powder is. He then quickly skates off, clearly as ready as the rest of us to be out of the howling winds. I arrive at the lip of the bowl, next to the sign reading Horseshoe Bowl -Double Black. I jump off of the cornice without a hesitation, landing in the silky, cloudlike powder below.