Colorado trip 1.0

This winter break, my family and I set out to Steamboat Springs, Colorado. We don't typically travel to cold places like that. But there was a direct flight, and we wanted to relive the day that we woke up to a backyard blanketed in a fine layer of snow (an extremely rare occurrence when one lives in south-central Texas). So off we went, in a tiny plane in which everyone except my vertically-challenged family hit their head on the ceiling.

We rode a shuttle to our hotel, and even though it was too dark to see what I was writing, that didn't stop me from detailing everything I saw in the snowy landscape. I have a similar snowy setting for a large part in my book, and the only plant life I knew to include were pine trees. (More on that later.)

The next day, we headed for the slopes. The last (and first) time I went skiing was six years ago, so with my lack of practice combined with my general lack of coordination, I already knew I was in for an interesting day--which was why I didn't hesitate to slide down a mountain the first chance I got.

Despite the fact that I ended up running into a pine tree, a "slow down" sign, and various other skiers, when I finally made it to the bottom of the mountain, my throat was more sore than any other part of me. I'd been either laughing, screaming, or whooping for joy the whole way down. I suppose that in the cold, dry air, that takes a toll on you. I wonder how I'll manage to torture my fictional characters with this experience. Only, despite my graceful manner *coughs*, it was so much fun! I'd do it all over again in an instant!

As you can see in the looped gif, even taking a picture near skis--my little sister's skis, no less-- I managed to bonk myself in the head. Apply this visual to how I fared going down the whole slope.

Gravity and I are very well-acquainted. 
Cheers!
Lorena K.