We set out. The weather was calm, and the clouds were unhurried. It was perfect, and I couldn’t wait. Although most of my friends had, I’d never been before. It was exciting just to think about it, as I looked out the window. “5 minutes boys!” said my friend, after coming back from the reception area. I was having a storm of emotions as it was all so suspenseful. “Holy shit this is gonna be fucking meeaaaan!” said one of my friends. The 3 of us just looked at each other with massive grins on our faces. “Finally!” my comrade sitting next to me had said. We had been just told to go to the helicopter, that was impatiently waiting outside. We frantically piled our skis into the side bucket, climbed into our seats, and put our headsets on. We were going! Rotors began to spin, kids started to grin. This was it. Taking off was the most abnormal feeling I had ever felt. We all yelled at each other through our headsets, as we flew higher into the abyss of space gaping above us. After we had risen over the mountain ridge in our valley, we just stopped talking. I could tell you about what we saw, but there wouldn’t be any point because it can only be seen. “That’s our landing point! just at the top of that ridge! Mount Pollux, isn’t she glorious!” the pilot yelled through his headset. We all laughed. I had completely forgotten that we were going skiing. I was to busy trying to peer into the crevasses below us, which looked like huge claw marks dug deep into the ground. The pilot made his approach to the ridge. I was feeling quite nervous, due to the fact that I’d never skied away from any sense of security that you would have if you were skiing at a regular ski field. This was much, much different. It’s just you, and one of the harshest environments in the world. As we got out, the man that was in the passenger seat had hopped out and quickly pilled them on the ground beside the heli, before giving the all-clear signal to the pilot for takeoff. Looking out to the farthest peaks, I wondered, “Is this real?” I followed my eyes along the skyline, whilst making sure I looked at each one of the peaks before I panned past. One of my friends passed me my skis and poles, whilst he boogied to his music. My boots were already covered in snow, from toe to heel. This was probably the most snow I had ever skied in. We definitely took a wee while, to get all snow off our boots, but we got there in the end. I Clipped into my skis and slipped on my poles. I looked at all of the boys with an ecstatic look on my face. They smiled back. “Damn, how good is this” I mumbled under my breath. “Righto, should we get this show on the road?” I offered to the group. The responses were impossible to understand, but I was able to pick up the keywords that acted as a good representation. “Oooaath!…Yeeeah”, and a big “fuck yeah!”
It had begun. We flew headfirst into the promise lands of beauty. Whenever I turned it felt like I was floating through thin air, and without a care in the world. It was a feeling of true freedom. I had acquired a juicy bite of the feeling that we all seek out our entire lives. Happiness. I turned towards one of the boys, to see if I could ski in his tracks. He turned towards me, and absolutely covered me in snow. I emerged to discover his face looking across, as he laughed so hard I could still hear it over 20 meters away. We neared the bottom, so I tried to maximize the number of turns I had left, by try to jump in and out of the snow like a rabbit. As we regrouped at the bottom, everyone was laughing and cheering overtop of each other as the amount of adrenaline coursing through our veins lowered. It’s to bad, I’d like to do that oneday.