Swish Swish ... I was coming down the boneyard in my ski lesson. We were practicing parallel ski turns . Crash! I had smashed into a lump of snow and landed on my face. I got up and carried on down the track. All the others had passed me now and where waiting at the bottom. Donna, the lady teaching us, said that we were all ready to go up the top if we wanted but she suggested that we should all practice and then do the giant first.
As we got higher it got hotter. The giant was hot enough as far as I was concerned but we knew that it would get hotter and sunnier the higher we got. So we did the giant and then went back down to the cafe and got some sun block on.
Up the chairlift we went. We had to get off the movenpick chairlift and get on another one to get to the top .
The view was amazing!! You could even see Ohakune. Blair said that we should go the hard way and ... vroom ... off he went before we could even protest. So we shrugged our shoulders at each other and started to go down.
So there we were on the side of one of the hardest tracks. Smash, crash and bash. James, Lauren and Sarah had crashed. It was just Johnny, Blair and me. We got to the bottom and waited. About twelve crashes later the others had got down and we got on the chairlift to come down again. We ended up going down ... four times.
I am so proud of myself because my goal was to go down the giant. But I went one better and went up the top.
On the way home everyone went to mcd's and I got a crispy chicken burger and a large combo. My goal for next year is to go from the top to the bottom without crashing.
