“Come, man; don't be a chicken. It will be fun. However, I knew it would be far from fun. " Oh…. All right. I'll go, Chad," I said, knowing deep down that it wasn't the right decision. Nonetheless, I lowered my glasses, buckled up my helmet, and hopped on the dreaded elevator to the Jupiter Bowl , in Park City The elevator seemed to never stop, like we were going through an endless maze blindfolded. The winds kicked up a few agonizing gusts, causing the snow to drift and tickle my nose as the flakes passed. , I made it to the end, looked at the mountains in the distance and let the sun's rays fill my eyes with relief yet I still felt like it was all one; mirage, and it was just the calm weather before the storm I skied to the left next to a white snow bank to wait for Chad to follow me. He told me to keep moving and I. We did. We reached the entrance to Jupiter Bowl shortly after and I reluctantly looked down to see what was below. I went there first (as always). I rounded the first of many turns around the endless moguls just as my ski snagged on a small shrub hidden by the snow; I slipped on the trail, looking stupider than ever, losing every piece of my gear, getting my face hurt by the sticky snow, like bees on honey. Very slightly, I managed to dodge the rocks and small trees at the last second, while screaming in fear. I was able to stop as I dug my pole into the snow, ceasing all movement except for the small avalanche above. I stopped about a meter from the cliff warning sign. After catching my breath and composing myself, I looked up at the beast; it's mouth wide open, full of jagged teeth and...... middle of paper...... sound like a moose and followed, sprinting. I skied like never before, feeling the wind on my bare face and the rush of my blood flowing from my head to my toes and back again. It was almost fun dodging the trees and throwing the chasing moose off balance. The bottom appeared and I screamed with joy in my head, clenching my fists. Thirty feet… fifteen feet… 5-4-3…. I came down without a scratch on my body, aside from the bear claw on my back, only to be waited on by the ski patrol heading up the mountain for their very early race check. Without asking, I hurried to the lift and went in the opposite direction from Jupiter Bowl to the summit and skied back to my house on the mountain. I went in, washed my back, and bandaged up the blood and scars with a lightly wrapped mess of paper towels and dishcloths; Then I just had to go take a hot tub.