I heard a satisfying click as I secured my boots to my snowboard. The wind ripped at my back while I stood at the peak of the hill, overlooking the lodge. I took a deep breath and pushed off the bench. My snowboard glided effortlessly across the soft white snow, and I came upon the edge and drifted over it. Suddenly, the wind blasted my face as I sped down the hill. The grind of my board against the rough ice below the thin layer of powdery snow was delightfully crisp as I veered left and right on my journey down the slope. I reached the bottom of the hill and approached the straightaway. With my knees bent my legs braced, I started gaining speed and going tremendously fast. I had to squint my eyes in order to see because the snow was flying
