“This is your pilot speaking,” I heard from overhead. “We will be landing shortly. It is a snowy night in Salt Lake City, Utah, with a high of 16 degrees…” The pilot droned on and on. My sister and I started to gather our carry ons, getting ready to head off of the plane. “I’m so excited!” she exclaimed, “This is our first time traveling across the country. This is going to be the best Thanksgiving!” All of our family-aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents- gather each year for a giant Thanksgiving. My parents have been to Utah many times for separate occasions. They told us stories about all the ski mountains, the nature, the deer and elk, and the tourist attractions. We lived in Ohio, so being in the mountains was a first for the family.
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He drove us to his house in Park City, a big ski town, about thirty minutes away from the airport. We were in his BMW, driving up into the mountains when he brought up a few strange things. “Are neighborhood is usually crowded with deer, as I’m sure you know.” We nodded. “But in the last few days, your aunt and I have noticed that they all seem to be migrating away from here. The ponds froze over early this year. I just wanted to make sure you’re not alarmed. That’s all,” he assured with a smile. His tone was caring and positive, but I could hear a tiny hint of fear in his voice. Changing the subject, he added, “Also, make sure you drink a lot of water! The air here is so much thinner and dryer in the mountains than in Ohio. You’ll run out of water, fast” And with that, we pulled into his neighborhood. It was nearly midnight, but I the moonlight was shining almost as bright as the sun. I could see giant houses and the outline of towering mountains. There were pine trees winding up the side of the road and open clearings that I could tell were golf course. There were Christmas lights lining trees and trimming the houses. I couldn’t wait to explore in the
He drove us to his house in Park City, a big ski town, about thirty minutes away from the airport. We were in his BMW, driving up into the mountains when he brought up a few strange things. “Are neighborhood is usually crowded with deer, as I’m sure you know.” We nodded. “But in the last few days, your aunt and I have noticed that they all seem to be migrating away from here. The ponds froze over early this year. I just wanted to make sure you’re not alarmed. That’s all,” he assured with a smile. His tone was caring and positive, but I could hear a tiny hint of fear in his voice. Changing the subject, he added, “Also, make sure you drink a lot of water! The air here is so much thinner and dryer in the mountains than in Ohio. You’ll run out of water, fast” And with that, we pulled into his neighborhood. It was nearly midnight, but I the moonlight was shining almost as bright as the sun. I could see giant houses and the outline of towering mountains. There were pine trees winding up the side of the road and open clearings that I could tell were golf course. There were Christmas lights lining trees and trimming the houses. I couldn’t wait to explore in the