“Follow me,” said Tucker.
Kristie held the heavy backpack close to her cold body as a shield against the biting wind. The wet snowflakes nipped at her face leaving it raw. She tried to keep up while trudging through the deep snow. Her legs quivered with exertion. Am I ready for this?
Kristie followed him to the edge where a swirling white cloak enveloped them.
“Kristie! Can you believe we’re here in New Zealand? Let’s do this!”
After unstrapping her board from the pack, she clipped on her boots. “Here goes nothing!” Then she sailed over the cornice into the air.
You may remember my humiliating experience with Louie.
Do you look forward to the change of seasons?
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