It was different that the snow that had been falling the past few days. This was soft and light, like powder. At that moment my father completely forgot about checking out and being on our way to my mothers and headed for the slopes. He said something about this snow was different and there was no way he was going to miss this. My complaining and fretting about didn’t exist to him. All he had in mind was the snow and how he knew for sure we’d still make it back home in time. So I had no choice but to follow.
After about an hour I lost track of time. My hands and feet were beginning to get numb and I could barely see the trails ahead of me. Not a moment too soon, my father had finally decided to turn in our skis and head home. But as usual, the moment I began to picture being in the warmth of my home, a state trooper had stopped us. I couldn’t believe this was happening. The storm had gotten so bad that the road was closed and we’d have to wait it out. I was so mad at my father, I felt as if he’d done it on purpose just to spite my mother and have me to himself. At that moment I knew my father had a plan in mind. Never in my life have I ever seen him listen to someone telling him what to do, so I knew something was up when he calmly thanked the