teenage dreams

It's 6 in the morning, I can't wait any longer, I've been up all night thinking about today that it has finally arrived. I remember those mornings of kings that I couldn't sleep wishing to wake up at a consistent time. I get out of bed, although it is winter I do not wear pants from the heat I take in my sack. I get down from the Westphalia bunk, put on my trousers, which are spread out, I make a cup of hot tea and honey, sitting on the "porch" which is what I call the caravan door staircase. As I enjoy the drink that just woke me up, I read the emails and the press in general from my cellphone. I look at the hour, it has only been 20 minutes since I opened my eyes, I decide to put my batteries in as I read at 8:30 am I have stayed with the guys to share a day of sports together. I take the can of my backpack, my running shirt, my boots full of yesterday's mud, and my sunglasses. I go to the river. I dump and wet my face, take the can and fill it with water. It's 7:00, I just got dressed, I take four cookies I bought yesterday and I keep them in my 10 liter backpack, I check that I have taken all the things: 8000, mesh, front ... I put on my boots , the headband I almost left and close the caravan.

I start to run towards the point where we have stayed, I decide to go a little longer as I have time, suddenly I realize that I carry my reflection in my backpack and I decide to stop to take a few pictures. I get to where we have been, my first impression is that I am the first, all of a sudden I realize that this is N's caravan and I can say that he spent the night there. I'm going to see if it's there and I'm surprised by the back wondering if I come from running too. I answer him with a yes and he tells me to follow him to where we have been with the gang. I arrive and they are preparing to go do some skimo. I suddenly think that I forgot my boots and skis in the caravan, M laughs and when we see this face he reminds me that he has them in his car when we went to do that peak a week ago. I like how not to use the mountain ones I had forgotten about them. I am proud to realize that I had been forgotten because during the week I only went on alpine skiing because I had to do a lot of classes and so I had money to go to the slopes when I came. of taste. I decide to take a picture with all my friends as they make me happy. Once the nonsense is over, we decide to start up when suddenly a pro-painted guy hits us with a cry as he goes down to the parking lot where we are skiing. is the great friend and mountain brother L. Despite coming from above, he decides to go with us to do the 3-hour "lap" that we have programmed at a good pace.

It starts at M and the P followed by N, I decide to go ahead with the L to take a few photos of when they go up and so the "teacher" shows me a shortcut that says it is worth it. I cane and is surprised by my resistance. He takes pride in me and me. I look at 10:00 am, everything is gone as planned. While we wait we discuss what we have done over the last few months that we have not seen. We laugh at our falls and adventures, and get excited about each other's projects. You are here, N shouted at me from below, I grabbed my camera from my backpack and descended through the virgin snow as I slowed down to take a few pictures. Once we are all down, we continue on a flat path that allows us to enjoy some of the friendship and harmony we have with nature at that time.

Suddenly we are already in the shelter, we have been short, as always. We remove the skis and leave it on the wall where it is sunny. We sit next to some rocks where we take off our boots to be comfortable and snap our anorak. Each one gets their lunch ready the night before. We enjoyed as a family and talked a little about the holidays. We talk about the places we have gone and are surprised every time we know any of the people we talk to. It's 14:00, we have lunch dora although we prefer it as we all think we make the most of the day.

We just had lunch, it's 14:30. We decide to put our batteries on as we choose this afternoon's plans, with M proposing to go skiing on the slopes of Chamonix as he claims that by car it is a second. We all know it's true since we've gone a thousand times. As we descend quietly down the flat road I think we have a good level of knowledge about the mountain and what surrounds it. Suddenly, we decide to take a deviation which according to the L states that we will have more fun. Suddenly I find myself descending the mountain through the virgin snow at a fast speed and surrounded by those I can consider is friends. After passing the difficult section in P, impressive milk is carded. We are all scared until he gets up and we all start laughing. The uncle had become confused, looking at some chamois, and he had gone right over the rock. We continue on our way, in three minutes and nothing is down there. It's 15:00.

When we get down, we change, take my skis and my boots and hang it in my backpack. We stay within an hour in this same place with the cars that in my case and that of N are also our houses. I begin to undo the path I had to perform this morning. I run quietly as I contemplate nature in silence. I pick up my cellphone, headphones, and play music. It's 15:40, I'm here.

I open my backpack, take the keys and while singing a song I keep things. I take the last cookie, put on my mountain pants, tank top and 8000. I check that nothing has been left out. I pick up the "camp" I set up last night. I drive barefoot, away from the place that has served me these days. I decide to keep listening to music while I drive but this time something that gives me energy. Once set, I'm moving along the road, everything that I have done twice already today. The animals greet me and although it is a bit cold my body demands a little air on my hair. I open the window.

It's 16:00, I'm there. While I wait for them I decide to stretch my legs a bit before picking up Westphalia again. I put on my flip-flops, my glasses, I fast on the 8000 and open the door for the "dwarfs". Suddenly a horn warns me that L (punctual as always) is already there. We are surprised that the others are not there because they have spent the night at this point. We don't attach much importance to it, L says he wants to show me his new mountain skis. I accompany him to the car and he wrote atomic ones identical to those of my dreams. At no time do I feel any kind of envy but fascination and pride in the professionalism of one of my friends.

M has already arrived. He tells us that they have had fun picking up J and some of his friends who have just arrived from Zermatt. For more than a year I have not seen J. For me he is a reference and a mountain idol. At the second, an indie cry alerts me that it is right there. I hug her tightly, I'm really happy she's come with us and have a French friend like her as I learn more with him every day, whether it's on a mountain or about the language. I ask her what she has done these days so it turns out we both have a vacation. He tells me that he has been ice climbing for Chamonix and that he decided to go down just yesterday because N told him he would stay with me tomorrow. He tells me that he has done a backpack night and he is sleeping in a tent. Without thinking twice I invite you to spend a week with me, in Westphalia. He agrees and I tell him to put his things in the caravan. Suddenly N tells us that he is late and that he has to throw me away.

It is almost 16:45. We arrived at the door of the slopes and we encountered a small problem the tracks are closed due to some avalanches. It is strange to us that it has been a good day but we do not attach much importance to it because we have all decided to go for some time. We are surprised how we have come up with a quick solution that we all like. It's 17:00. We are all in the parking lot at 8pm, in case anyone gets lost or slows down. We always do this because we have various beats and we enjoy the mountain at various speeds. We spend an afternoon where friendship has no boundaries and companionship reigns at all times. Sweaty, wet, with some pictures and falls, we reach P, J and I down. M and L arrive 8 minutes later as they tell us a little odyssey they had, we all laugh because it is one of those anecdotes that are in our memory.

20:30, we make a small fire to warm up and have dinner in harmony and tell us the day after each. 9:00 We spend the night there, it's nice to have a portable home. "A good choice I made the day I chose her as my travel companion" - I think. I fall asleep between glittering stars and slowly burning fires. Today I can say that I lived.

written on 10/05/15 

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