Colorado Springs, Colorado (USA)

On the plane ride to Colorado, I embraced the Hippie vibes I had heard so much about. I met a woman on the plane from Boston to Colorado, talked her ear off about my anxieties about life, and then once we landed and I realized that my friend couldn't actually pick me up from the airport- I took a ride with the stranger I met on the plane. "Don't talk to strangers" was advice that my parents had instilled within my core. However the first "big" trip I took flying alone in my life, I went against their well-instilled advice despite the fact that I knew that ruthless, serial killers look like everyday people. The woman dropped me at my best friends college, I met up with her, and smoked the hookah immediately with her in an open field with other hippies.

In Colorado, even in the coldest of months, the sun shines brightly making the ski experience just that much more enjoyable. I skied Vail, Breckenridge, and Keystone when I was in there. Vail's trail map took approximately 8 folds to get it all the way open. It did not compare to the mountains in the East. The first run my best friend took me down a back bowl. If you're not a skier, you should know that bowls are ungroomed areas on a Mountain that have the deepest snow. I turned from the groomed path onto the bowl, and skied for about a minute and then fell to my knees. My best friend thought I was crying and rushed over to me. I was laughing hysterically because it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before in my life. This thick powder was such a challenge, and I was not use to it. I got back up, learned the appropriate way to ski in powder (which was to lean your whole body back), and then rocked the Rockies the rest of the day. Every day skiing in Colorado was like Spring skiing out East which is the time of the year all skiers look forward to!