park city....my city?
so my whole life i have wanted to move out west. pretty much sense infancy i knew i wasn't going to stay where i was for long. then last thursday i got to go out west. it was great. it was like i was let out of prison, if only as a criminal that gets to pick up trash all day and knows that there is gonna be an end to their time off the grounds. that is what i was, a rewarded criminal. when i first got to salt lake city, i wanted to leave. i remember thinking i have to be here till monday now, this is just great. then once i got into the mountains i was a lot more relaxed and happy to be there. i got to snowboard that day. it was perfect. the sun was out, it was warm the snow was powder. friday and saturday were only ok because i was with my family the whole time and boy did that piss me off. also we didn't stay at park city those days. i went to snowbird( mountain of hell) and snowbasin(most expensive place i have ever been to.) but every night i got to walk around park city during sundance film festivals. that was great. everyone was obviously off their rockers and hilarious. sunday was the best snowboarding day. we stayed at park city, and i met these local boys and they ask me to snowboard with them. i was by myself so of course i said yes. they were wicked funny and nice i had a really good time going on the back trails. that trip made me realize how much i really like to snowboard too. before it was more like a hobby that i would indulge ever so often. but now i know that im not half bad at it and that i really like to do it. i mean hell, if i can make it down an 11,000 ft mountain on a double black diamond trail in white out conditions with only sunglasses on, then i think i am pretty good. the whole trip in general made me even more certain that i dont want to stay east for school and that i want to go out west, no matter what. but more so it made me realize i hate pentucket and that i am seriously considering transferring schools.