FANTASY

I just sat down in the Mezzanine at Alpine Meadows to stretch with my ski team. Everything is normal; Cooper and Austin are trying to impress Presley by who can do the most push-ups, Taariq is late……again, T-HO is showing off his muscles, Evan . . . . is probably hiking Idiots Delight or Bernie’s Bowl, even though it is one of the iciest days in history.

As I’m looking out the window the reflection of the sun on the glassy snow shines brightly in my eyes . . . . I’m not in the Mezzanine anymore. I really have no idea where I am, but there is a big mountain, snow, a helicopter, and I have my ski gear on. You know what that means! I’m scoping out a gigantic mountain and watching the helicopter blades spin round and round and round, when suddenly all the blood rushes to my head and I feel really dizzy and nauseous. I hear T-HO yelling “Cooper! Austin! Please stop hanging Logan by his ankles.” I get on my feet and start stretching.

The next thing I know I’m back on top of a HUGE mountain looking down at the most breathtaking view of my life! The steep, daring
, pointy tipped mountains and the crisp, thin air which stings my nostrils, are all proof that I am definitely in ALASKA! “Switch. Logan seriously how many times do I have to say SWITCH!” I snap back to reality and switch to quad stretch while giving T-HO a “what the heck, man” look behind his back.

But soon enough I’m back in my little fantasy world. I’m about to drop onto the spine of the massive mountain. I hear a crackling voice through my radio, ”3…2…1….DROPPING!” My mind goes blank and all I can hear is the fast beating of my heart. The endless cliffs and pillows and the vast terrain embrace me with pure joy. I see an awesome roll over and I stomp the best butter 360 ever! I hear the swoosh, swoosh of my skis carving through the light, fluffy snow. This is the best powder I have ever skied! Then I hear the loud, threatening rumbling of an avalanche. I don’t even have to look behind me to know that it is right on my tail. I take a sharp turn to get to a safer zone when the avalanche catches up with me. I race side by side with it until I get to the flats. I quickly hop in the helicopter to hopefully take another run.

“Logan I’m sick of your La La Land! You now have to do 100 push-ups!” As usual I snap back to reality and start doing my push-ups . . . 1 . . .2 . . .3 . . .4 . . .5 . . .6 . . . I really wish I were in Alaska, this time for real.