The mountainous scene was gorgeous. Going up the chairlift, the slow whip of the wind quieted the mountain, so that all I could hear was the rhythmic carving of skis on snow of those below me. The ride’s easy sway hypnotized me. The trees at the base of the mountain were the greenest of evergreen, lightly dusted with snow. At the peak, they didn’t even seem like trees. They were bent, thick, white caricatures that should have been in the pages of a Dr. Seuss book. The lift spit us up, and we glided to the right and turned around. You could see for miles. All of frozen lakes, and hills, and mountains, and trees.
We tried our best to enjoy the moment, and the day. We trudged into the half-lit dining hall at 5 a.m. (no small feat) and crammed some breakfast down. Piling into two vans with a pillow each and our ski gear, we promptly fell back asleep. The three-hour ride went by rather quickly, and I woke up to notice significantly more snow on the ground than in Wiscasset; it was a great comfort to me to know that there would be somewhat cold and snowy at Saddleback Mountain.
After the logistical drag of rentals was over, we all got the chance to go out and actually go down a few trails. You could feel the excitement building. Although there was some ice, most trails had some powder, and the overall mountain was much better than I had expected. We got plenty of time in before and after lunch, skiing with a variety of different people. The conditions were perfect: clear blue sky, low 30s, light wind (heavier on the top), and spectacular views.
I always think skiing seems very dream-like. You go to a foreign place and do something you do not get to do as much as you wish. You wear a helmet and goggles, so you can’t hear a whole lot, and your thoughts pile up because you can’t talk when skiing. You feel alone, despite being close to so many people. You feel very liberated and very carefree. This dream was even better though. I got to enjoy it with the friends, teachers, and faculty members we’ve connected with so quickly. We got to get away from the school life for a day, and feel alive.
– Teddy Simpson, Morristown, NJ