Draft of “Our Last Run”

It was spring break my 8^th grade year. Most of my classmates bragged about how they were getting away from the ice and snow of the Montana winter. Some of them were going to Florida, others to Mexico. Mostly they just all went somewhere warm, somewhere without thick layers of snow covering everything. Good for them, but for me, I had different plans. My friend, Shawn, and I had rented one of the cabins at the Lost Horse Ski Resort. The resort was located in the Rocky Mountains and spanned the Montana, Idaho border. While other people sat sunning themselves on warm sandy beaches drinking out of coconuts with little straw hats in them, we were flying down mountains and weaving through trees.