I stepped out of my bed on a cold frosty but sunny day. My cousin Lyle and I were staying together in a hotel. It was just he and I we were kicking it out at Salt Lake City, Utah. It was the best place to ski in the whole world. The night before we came it snowed almost 2 feet. That made the slopes even better. There would be deep powder all over the mountain. Just how I like it. Lyle is one of my favorite cousins and we both snowboard. He is huge and has massive muscles. He has brown hair and green eyes.

It was 7:00 AM and we were ready to hit the slopes. It was freezing out; it felt like my fingers were going to fall off. We stepped outside and we went straight to the mountain. The snow was deep just like we hoped. We grabbed our boards and went up the mountain. To warm up we did a blue square, just to get in rhythm again. After that, we went to the highest part of the mountain. It looked too simple so we took off our boards, threw them on our back, and hike up to the biggest peak. It was high, the air was thin and breathing was hard. You had to suck real hard to get a fist full of air. It was like when you are tired from running. We made it to the top, strapped on our boards and started riding down the mountain. There was a loud boom at the top of the peak. I turned around and a huge wave of snow flew into the air.

It was the biggest wave I’d ever seen. It was bigger than a Tsunami. The snow looked like a huge dragon coming right for me. I flew down the mountain as fast as I could but the rushing snow caught up with me and my mouth filled up with snow and I was covered. Lyle was covered too. “Lyle, we’ve got to dig a tunnel to the top,” I screamed once the snow in my mouth melted. “Crawl towards me and we can dig out together,” he screamed back. I couldn’t. My arm was caught on rocks and snow. “I can’t move my arm, help!” “Just wait I’m almost out, I’ll dig you out!” I pulled and heaved but couldn’t get my arm to budge. I tried one more time. I pulled and pulled and pulled then I finally got it. My arm was free. I started digging out until I saw light. It was Lyle; he found a shovel and dug me the rest of the way out. We got out of the snow and rushed down the mountain as fast as we could. I couldn’t believe what just happened. The next day I went home happy to be alive and healthy. My mom thought it was funny to buy an avalanche bobble head but I wasn’t humored. It would be awhile until I went riding again. The only place I would go riding for the next two years is on a plastic snowboard down the hill in my backyard. I went online to tell all my friends what happened but my friend Alex answered “I’m going skiing on a cold, frosty but sunny day.” Don’t go skiing; never go skiing, Stop going skiing.