I just went on our annual skiing trip with my scout troop. This year we went to Winterplace, in East Virginia.
Friday: We arrived at the church, where Phillip and Scott were waiting for everyone to arrive. We started moving the boxes to the trailer, and as everyone arrived, they started helping too. When we finished, we said goodbye to our parents and piled into the van. It was a long way to the campsite, a couple of hours I think. We set up our tents and got into our sleeping bags quickly to avoid the cold.
Saturday:
We woke up and it was FREEZING cold outside! Literally- it was 18 degrees or so. We forced ourselves out of our sleeping bags, and ate a breakfast of bagels and hot chocolate. We all jumped into the van and drove up to the slopes, where we filled out paperwork for 20 minutes or so, then we received our ski gear and hit the slopes. Phillip and I skied together, and it was very fun. After that, we headed to the campsite, and Timothy stepped through some ice, getting his foot sopping wet.He spent most of the night sitting by the fire trying to dry his sock and his foot.
Sunday: We packed up and headed home.