You're not much of a snow person. At least, in the sense of snow mobility. Ice skating, snowboarding, skiing. Everything that's supposed to be fun in winter ends up going horribly wrong. And this trip wasn't diffrent. Your friends promised a fun few weeks. Three rented cabins, an rv, and a road map of burger joints and pawnshops along the rocky mountains. What they had failed to mention was skiing... every week... for a month. You stood at the top of a double black diamond slope. You were rooted to the dirt, nearly two feet below the snow, unable to even back away from the slope. One of your friends chuckled before giving you a shove, sending you speeding down the hill.