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Each year, November has always been an exciting time for me.  It's the beginning of ski season, and Snowshoe Ski Resort's opening weekend is finally here.  I have been skiing since I was six years old, and have never gone without the butterflies in my stomach from the excitement that I get this time of year. For months, me and two of my close friends, Paxton and Nathan, have had this weekend planned, each of us sharing the same thrill that winter sports give. We all get our ski and snowboarding gear packed up and ready to go the night before, because we have an early alarm to wake up to.  "Im Sexy and I know It" by LMFAO breaks the morning silence, and it's not long before we're up and ready to hit the road. On the road, our stomachs growling like a pissed off dog when you take their toy, it's a no-brainer that we must drive thru Tudor's Biscuit World for some grease balls.  All fueled up, it feels like our trip has officially started.

With a three and a half hour drive ahead of us, we wish to sleep, but our racing minds won't allow us.  We blast country music all the way up. Songs like "Beer Never Broke My Heart" by Luke Combs, and "Redneck Tendancies" by HARDY, set the mood for the adventure ahead.  About four hours later and 4 "GEEBS" later we arrive at Snowshoe mountain.  We check in at the bottom of the mountain, and make our way to the Rimfire Lodge.  We spare no time checking out the room, and get straight to business getting our snow clothes on, getting our boots on with our skis on our back, and most importantly, we load the cooler bags for plenty of couragous hydration. It's nine in the morning, and we're right on time for the slopes to open. Myself, and Nathan step intoour skis and wait on Paxton to strap in to his snowboard, and head down Whistle Punk to the terrain park.  We haven't even been on the slopes for five minutes and the cooler bags have already been unzipped.  We are certain to stay hydrated as we burn many calories attempting to get through obstacles that are far more advanced than we are.  Replacing carbohydrates with more carbohydrates, our confidence begins to grow bigger and bigger.

After and few hours of shredding the "pow", we decide to take the Powder Monkey lift down to the Boat House restauraunt to grab a bite to eat.  Now that we've had plenty of time to warm up, it's time to take on the big boy slopes.  We take the ballhooter lift and ski down to the powder money lift which takes us to the Western Territory.  This is where the most advanced slopes on the mountain are, featuring two  slopes that are both over a mile and a half long.  As we get on the lift, our couragous hydration has blinded any nerves of the challenges ahead. About halfway up the mountain, the lift comes to a sudden hault.  This isn't unusual, about 15 minutes passes by and we are beginning to become bored and restless.  My buddy Nathan says, "Look at those idiots down there! Have they ever skied a day in their lives?". He was talking about what looked like a family of five. Two Parent and some teenagers like us that had crashed in one spot, and were struggling to get back up with their skis on a beginner slope.  We laughed as they couldn't get up, they looked at us like we were just a bunch of cocky punks, which we were acting like at the time, thinking we were pros with all of our confidence. Paxton giggles and says, "watch this haha".  He pulls a can out of his backpack and starts slowly pouring it out over the frustrated family below us.  Me and Nathan joined soon after.

We had no thought in our minds of any consequences that may occur, having increased amount of confidence due to our daily consumptions.  After a few minutes of our silliness, the lift began to move again and we celebrated with a cheers.  As we approached the lift, we see a group of red snow suits all together and they were looking right at me, Paxton, and Nathan.  We were so scared and knew exactly why their attention was on us.  As we got off of the lift they waved us over to them and immediately asked us to removed our pass ID's and hand them over.  I simply asked, "Why would we do that?" and one of the ski patrol ment quickly responded in a frustrated voice, "We watched you jackasse  poor shit all over that family while you were on the lift, now give me your damn pass!" We handed over the passes awkwardly as we glanced at one another with slight grins.  We were instructed by the Ski Patrol to follow behind them down he main bunny slope.  Of course we followed far enough behind so that they couldn't hear us and contemplated escaping down one of the slopes, but we quickly realized we couldn't get on any lifts without our passes to scan, so we continued to follow them.

The ski patrol men pulled off to the side of the slope to what looked like some sort of maintanence building.  The three of us were a bit nervous, as we saw and man step out of a truck in a button up that said snowshow on it with a name tag.  He approached us and introduced himself, "Hello young men, My name is Chester Franklin. I'm the director of operations here at Snowshoe."  We were officially scared.  They addressed the situation to the director and he soon after dismissed the ski patrol men on duty and asked us to put our skis in his truck bed and hop in. The look on our faces as I looked in the rear view mirror was priceless.  I was so scared that my parents were going to find out.  He took us to a small building with a sign that said "Administration" on it.  He ordered us to come inside with him.  As soon as we walked in he pointed us to a waiting room and told us to have a seat.  The three of us, sitting in silence, all began to look at one another, and it wasn't long after that we were all quietly giggling at the fact that we've been kidnapped by Snowshoe.

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My essay is about me and my friends going to snowshoe jail
the message is that we could have avoided it
evidence
description of what we were doing
the encounter with ski patrol
the snowshoe court hearing (not a literal hearing)
the release
The tension in my essay is when we got caught pooring drinks on the family, we knew we were in trouble and were scared.  more tension occurred whenever we were clueless of how much trouble we would be in when we were "locked up"

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Last year, the entire lunch period me and my friends would throw carrots into the sophomore section, and nobody ever knew it was us.   One day, a teacher saw a carrot roll out onto the court coming from the sophomore bleachers and stopped the lunchball, and the whole gym got quiet.  He asked them who was throwing it and nobody would admit to it.  He had no clue it was us.  The sophomores got their bleachers taken from them for a week.  The sophomores wouldn't tell on us at first, but eventually they got tired of it and did.  When our bleachers were confronted, we all just acted like he was stupid and paid no attention to him as if we had no clue what he was talking about.  You can get away with things and have fun, but you have to be careful that you don't get caught, because the consequences sometimes make it not worth the effort.

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Snowshoe is a ski resort in WV that holds many memories, but I would like to write about one weekend in particular, when me and two of my friends, Paxton and Nthan went up for a weekend and stayed in Paxton's dad's condo. It was quite possibly one of the funnest weekends of my life. This weekend was full of laughing and many fun beverages, we would ski all day and just good around on the snowy slobes. We were feeling couragous for lack of a better word.

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Family members who have influenced you
Dad
Mom
Grandfather
Grandmother
Uncle Dave
Humorous moments you’ve experienced or observed
Crackheads at Gas stations
Fire extinguishing canaan valley
Feeding deer potato chips
Getting caught by soccer coach looking at porn with teamates
Falling from 10 ft loft
Things you’ve gotten away with
Throwing carrots across the gym during lunch
Speeding and using the bathroom as an excuse
Hiding my location from my mother
Having a party at my house
Hiding people in my house
Favorite places
Punta Cana
Cancun
Snowshoe
Gradma's house
Myrtle Beach
Future plans
Air Force
WVU
Aviation
Travel
Super Car Industry

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In November of 2019, we were on the ski lift heading up Snowshoe Mountain. The lift had came to a stop, and we were stranded, 50 feet from the snow, wit no service. As time passed by, me, Paxton, and Nathan became bored and restless, so we decided to have some fun. Our backpacks were full of beverages that were just asking to play. As people ski'd under us, the fire of bad ideas began to kindle. A family of 5 beginner skiers had crashed below us, so we decided to poor our drinks on them because we thought it was funny. They did not think we were very funny and called the ski patrol. When the lift resumed and we got to the top, four red jackets were waiting, with not so pleasant looks on their faces, waving us to talk to them.

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1. Idea Lists
2. Idea Free Writing
3. Developing a topic
4. Planning my Essay
5. Creating the Lead