for our last weekend in granada we wanted to be able to do something all together and what better way to bond than lock everyone up in a ski cabin for a night??? not only does granada have access to beaches, but in the winter snow capped mountains are also only an hour bus ride away. somehow we managed to throw together a ski trip where we rented skis thursday, got on a bus at 8 am and went skiing friday, and returned on saturday for literally the cheapest deal i have ever come across.
we got there really early and it was a friday so we basically had the whole mountain to ourselves which was awesome. we had some experience skiiers and some not so experienced skiiers and then the two snowboarding bros who were troopers and made it out. this day easily goes down as one of my favorite days abroad. i forgot how much i missed and loved skiing until i got back on them but it had been a while. we all did one practice run together and then being the stupid idiots we are decided to experiment with the t bar at the top. first of all why is there a t bar at the top of the mountain that is for bunny slopes i dont get it?? getting on the t bar itself presented a major struggle from the get go. chelsea and i were the first to try and we attempted to sit and i got caught behind it trying to hold on and have it tug me and we just had to give up. then kathryn tried to go up with sam the snowboarder and once sam fell off, kathryn was next but her ski was still hanging on the t bar so it dragged her up backwards for a little until she shook it loose (this was one of my favorite falls of the day). harry fell off about 14 times trying to use the t bar and i don’t think becca ella and rachel had the same struggles the rest of us did..... until we got to the top. we accidentally got ourselves into a double black diamond situation that was literally straight down and all ice. needless to say it was ugly for everyone. but poor rachel had to be taken down by a ski instructor. even chelsea who literally was an olympic skiier said it was a really awful run. this was the break in our day where the weak separated from the strong (sorry becca and rach love you).
pretty view from the top of the sierra, in the clouds
the rest of the day was very successful and ella chelsea kathryn and i formed a ski wolfpack which was pretty sweet cause even though kathryn and chelsea were way better (looking) than ella and i we held our ground. oh but other epic fall of the day.... we ventured over to a different gondola and our first ski lift we get on its a 4 person (perfect) but like chelsea and i were maybe a step behind so ella tried to wait but we caught up and since ella was on the end she got run over by the chairlift instead of making it onto the seat. the image that sticks in my head is kathryn and i managed to sit and you look down and ellas skis are everywhere and she is literally stuck under the chairlift. the guy is yelling at me and kathryn to get up but we were laughing way too hard to compose ourselves and it was a huge ordeal at poor ellas expense but it was one of the funniest things i’ve seen in my life.
sierra nevada wolfpack
that night we got back to the cabin which was a tiny little place with two bathrooms, a living room area, and two bedrooms each with two bunk beds. perfect for a little high school getaway party. no but actually it was so fun since none of us have apartments to just be able to force everyone to stay in one place and hang out all night. we had a blast even though none of us showered or took out our braids from the day of skiing it was all good. actually harry showered because everyone told him he smelled bad but he can’t smell so he had no idea how gross the rest of us were, poor kid. also connor came up for the night to party (as well as a few others who didn’t ski) so that was awesome we took some st. rays pics and reminisced on how wrong st. rays was. realistically all of us were probably in bed by like 11 pm or so but it wouldn’t be a classic house party if someone didn’t cry, there wasn’t a biggie rap, we didn’t dance on tables and chairs and any raised surfaces and had a ruit tourney. the only casualty was a broken mirror and seven years bad luck so really it was a success.
cozy little cabin party
we were all so damn sore the next day but managed to get out of the cabin and even made it out that night. although once we got home to return our skis of course it was during spanish siesta where the store is closed for 4 hours in the middle of the day, classic spain. so we waited in a cafe like a bunch of delusional idiots and ate food until we could go home and nap and rally for one last weekend night in granada before finals.
day after, not showered, same hairdos, and looking successful as hell
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