A funny story during a Ski trip.

The first people to ski off of the chairlift that day happened to be two eleven year old girls named Aileen and Megan. Awaking early did not occur often in the girls lives, but the chance to ski caused their heads to rise from the pillow. Arriving at the summit of the mountain nestled in the heart of the Vermont Aileen and Megan greeted their first day of skiing that winter with much anticipation. It was the type of day when the clouds seemed to blanket the sky, leaving no clue that the sun, with its powerful light, even existed anymore. It had not yet begun to snow, but judging by the damp, musty, stale scent in the air, the girls realized it would be only a short time before the white flakes overtook the mountain. Their parents, not as excited about the girl's adventure thought the girls were too young to ski alone.

English: Okemo

Okemo on the verge of fogged in.

Aileen Wuornos

"Skiing alone is never a good idea" their fathers proclaimed, always stay together. Taking their fathers advice Aileen and Megan began to put on their ski jackets.

As Aileen and Megan prepared themselves to make the first run, they took a moment to appreciate their surroundings. Somehow things seemed much different up so high on the mountain. The wind, nonexistent at the bottom, began to gust. The winds cold bite found Aileen's nose. The winds quick and sudden swirling movement kicked loose snow into her face, forcing her to zip her jacket over her chin. Aileen found it strange how the gray clouds, which seemed so far above them at the bottom, really didn't appear that high anymore. Megan contemplated that if she had a tall enough ladder she could even touch them. As Aileen gazed out over the landscape, the scene below seemed unrecognizable.

The Okemo lodge which the girls had gotten their skis at that very same morning appeared to be like a dollhouse that a child might play inside. The towering chimney of the ski lodge would not have caught Megan's eye had it not been for the tiny stream of gray emerging from it. In the distance, the smoke spiraled upward like tree branches reaching for the sky. The raw air and stung Aileen's face through her many layers of clothing. There was snow all around including on the trail and in the trees. Megan's eyes became blinded by the overwhelming amount of white and absence of color.

Too cold to remain at the top forever, Megan and Aileen decided to make their run. With a strong push of her poles Megan started her skis sliding gently across the snowy terrain. Aileen kept her speed slow in order to feel out the mountain and its changing conditions, unlike Megan who whipped down the mountain. Ahead of Aileen lied a carpet of virgin white snow totally untouched by other skiers, a skier's dream. The steepness of the mountain increased Aileen's speed as the cold air whistled past her ears. As Aileen edged her skis into the fresh white snow her skis responded to perfection, cutting into the snow and tracking across the mountain.

As Aileen gained speed by the second, her turns grew in length. Approaching the steepest part of the trail, with Megan out of sight, Aileen noticed an imperfection in the snow. A large bump jutted itself out of the ground, waiting to devour skiers. Unfortunately Aileen noticed the bump too late to adjust her turns and change her course of direction. As her right ski passed over it, her cold muscles were unable to absorb the shock sent to her leg. The sudden jerk of her ski sent it screaming off of her foot, leaving only a ski boot behind.

Unable to keep her balance, she leaned forward, sending her head on a course straight for the ground. Aileen's face was so cold it felt like it was on fire. She spun and tumbled as her inertia pulled her down the mountain. Her arms and legs ached as they pounded into the snow. After the mountain had enough fun with her, Aileen finally came to a stop. She stood up, and found herself painted with snow. As Aileen looked up the hill, she noticed her two skies, and her poles some hundred feet above her.

With no other skiers in sight and Megan at the bottom Aileen decided to put aside the throbbing pain of her muscles for the moment. Then she began to climb up the mountain to retrieve her equipment. She had a lot of climbing to do and became winded as she stepped back into her skis pointed sideways down the mountain. She thought about the near disaster as she began to make her way, more cautiously than usual down the mountain. As Aileen neared the bottom, she realized that she had just avoided a trip down the mountain in the dreaded ski patrol sled. She could not wait to tell Megan of her adventure down the first run of the season.