My Saturday Adventure

I should say that this Saturday turned out to be quite a fun day. I slept in until 10 and took a shower, got dressed, ate some breakfast, talked to my cats (much like a crazy old lady would), danced around in my living room (much like a crazy person would), and finally Peter arrived from Corvallis. We loaded all the gear into my car and headed over to pick up my friend Jonathan. Together, we embarked on our journey to the magical land of Mt. Hood Meadows (ruled by the benevolent ruler, King CheapNightSkiing).

The journey was fraught with dangers and the three of us barely escaped with our lives. Apparently there was an evil curse upon the
mountain that caused people to forget common sense and driving skills once they hit a little bit of snow. The trail of corpse-like cars littered the treacherous path to our destination. In my trusty Subaru though, we braved the demonic forces that were afoot and managed to persevere through the tragedies that gripped so many others. At one point, my Subaru faced the gigantic beast known only as the "Meadows Tour Bus" which had lost control and slid towards us. The look of horror and fear in our eyes would have frightened Stephen King himself. Fortunately, we were spared through some benevolent master of "chained bus wheels".

It had been a difficult journey, but we made it all the same. Our destination had been reached and the task before us awaited. Hour after hour, we rode the slopes down the mountain. We did not know our ultimate goal, but we knew that if we continued our task, something grand would emerge. And emerge it did, as the realization of my fears of being a new snowboarder disappeared and the magical comprehension of my turns came freely. My confidence and enjoyment increased exponentially and I felt like a King up on those snowy peaks. Eventually though, the night had come to a close and we left satisfied and happy.

Our next goal was to put chains on my tires (as we had seen the destruction that lead up to the hill). This should have been a simple task, but alas the chains were not properly sized for my tires. Through some magic that would have made Harry Potter jealous, we managed to fit the chains. Before we left, I had tried opening my now frozen shut trunk and somehow managed to rip off part of my spoiler (the plastic around the back two bolts broke) from my brand new car. Long story short, I stood in silence and misery as I realized I had wounded my car.

Forgetting my misery, my next focus was making it out alive. While it was dark, snowy, and harsh, we braved the perils set before us and managed to escape the icy grip of the snow demons. The rest of our trip was quite uneventful. Once we reached the great city of
Portland, we realized that the dangers we had faced and the subsequent enjoyment we felt on the mountain left us with a hunger that could only be appeased through some late-night Sushi. Remembering the new discovery of a Sushi place I had made the previous week in the downtown area, we agreed that is where we could vanquish the anguished noises our empty stomachs made. After dinner, our stomachs full, our snow lust satisfied, and our numerous bruises, aches, sore muscles as reminders of our journey, we headed home. As I finally rested, I smiled knowing that many days like this one were ahead.