Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Blog #3

#751 – Big crowds enjoying big fireworks



It was New Years Eve and my family and I were staying up at Panorama Mountain Village with two other families. We had been up on the mountain for about five days skiing every minute we could and enjoying the unimaginable amounts of powder that the hill had this year. The other families I have known for all of my life and grew up with their kids. This New Years Eve was different though my two friends and I were asked to do the torch light parade. The parade was an old tradition where they would pick a handful of people to ski down the mountain one after another, holding torches above their heads. After watching this every year there was no way we would ever turn down this unforgettable opportunity. We skied that morning and got about six or so of our favorite runs done on the front side of the mountain. Then went in for lunch at the summit hut which is a small place at the top of the mountain where you will eat the best burgers you have ever tasted and have amazing hot chocolate. Afterwards we hit the mountain first off skiing Heli High on the backside. Finished off the day by making sure we had tried new runs on the hill. Everyone went back to their places on the mountain and got ready for our big dinner in the main hall of panorama. We all met up and ate the big buffet present and stuffed our faces with food. Then danced until 11. Then my friends and I got ready in our skiing clothes and took the chair lift up to the top of the hill. Everyone got in a line one after another then out torches were lit. Then we followed each other down the mountain in a zigzag form as the whole panorama village looked up at us. Once we where half why down the hill the clock struck twelve and the fireworks started. I grabbed my friends and we watched the sky light up with all different colors, and this night couldn`t have been any better

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Blog #2
Savanna King
October 6, 2014


My friend and I had been home since school finished on Friday and all we had done was talk about our ridiculous amounts of homework and the latest gossip going around the school. It was midnight and we just now decided to have dinner; therefore being typical teenagers we didn`t feel like making any real food so we got out the recipe for our favorite microwaveable cake. We mixed the ingredients leaving the kitchen in a more horrific state then we had ever seen. We needed a topping for our cake so I had cut up fresh strawberries trying to make this meal somewhat healthy, as my friend mixed the whipped cream. She poured the liquid whipped cream in the mixing bowl and put in double the amount of icing sugar we needed and set the mixer on high. The icing sugar then started to fly out of the bowl making the whole room look like a winter wonderland and we danced around the room having the time of our life laughing like nobody was watching. Together we cut and iced our cake leaving the kitchen the way it was and going to the basement to watch our favorite movie psycho by Alfred Hitchcock.  As we drank our multiple cans of Pepsi and ate our food the night started to get crazier every minute. I looked around the room at the empty chip and candy bags along with the cans of pop and the mess we had created and started to laugh un controllably. Obviously my friend joined in and we would try to stop laughing but everything we did and everything around us was funnier then we could ever imagine. I had started taking photos of random things around the room and making funny faces and sending them to my friend we laughed and sent photos back and forth to one another for 60 minutes strait. Although we were only feet apart from one another every new photo we revised made you laugh hysterically. My face was covered in tears and my stomach felt like someone had just punched me from laughing so hard it was totally worth the memories we have from that unforgettable night. 

Monday, September 29, 2014

Blog #1



Campfire Blog
Savanna
September 23, 2014

It was the end of our two-week trip out to Madrona beach on Vancouver Island. This was our fifth summer out on the water with the same families. The house we stayed in was unit 14 right on the water, and every night as you fell asleep you could hear the waves crashing up on shore. This night was special however, we started up our typical campfire late at night while the sun was setting and the tide had just finished coming in. All my friends and I were out swimming in the warm ocean water for the last time of the summer. Taking in our last feeling of the crabs crawling beneath our feet and the accidental mouth of salt water you tended to get. My father and a few others were setting up fire works down the beach a ways getting prepared for our final night. My friends and I got dried off from our swim in the ocean and everyone gathered around the fire. The smell of wood smoke and the view of the ocean couldn`t have made this night any better. There was golden brown marshmallows being cooked over the flame and our chocolate and graham wafers sitting on the side waiting to be made into delicious s`mores. Everyone was sitting around the campfire taking turns telling funny story’s they had heard or experienced and no one could help but laugh. We also discussed the best sandcastles we had made and the many mini golf trips we had. The moon was lighting up the night sky and guitars came out for the last time to sing our favorite songs.  Earlier everyone had taken all the empty milk jugs they could find and put a tea light inside. After the songs had been sung it was time to light them up. Each person set one off onto the water and together watched them float away into the distance. As our final event we started up the fire works and watched them light up the night sky. We heard every crackly and swish of the fireworks and saw every color that was produced above our heads. The bag of marshmallows were empty and the fire was almost out everyone grabbed their stuff and went home for bed, but not without getting one last glance at the stary sky that we would miss till next year.