Richard sat in the car surrounded by white, with a huge frown on his face. His parents forced him to visit the snow, away from his much loved bustling city. The car smelled like the Chinese chow mien and fried rice they stopped for right outside of town for. The sound of crunching snow under the tires emerged, and reminded him of his destination. Once they arrived at the cabin, Richard decided to wash his disappointment away with a nap; he missed his city already. When he woke up, he decided to do something interesting during the horrible visit to the mountains: snowboarding.
Richard stood there quite comfortably as he stared in awe as the gleaming red lift as it screeched and grumbled to take the other snowboarders and skiers up the slopes, and to their demise. He stood there, frozen. The loud snap of the lift brought him back to reality, and he took up his heavy, metallic green rental board and dragged it behind him while he started the short walk to the lift. As he waited in line, all he could smell was the distinct odor of gasoline that filled up the air. Before he knew it, he was next in line, and Richard quickly waddled up to the lift area, and before he knew it, a big lift chair bumped into making him fall into it with much force, taking him off in an instance. On the way up, he completely forgot about the rickety design of the lift and the disgusting smell of the oil. All he could do was take in the great view that he was faced with. The ever green trees standing tall with piles of snow on each branch looked oddly like the city buildings that Richard grew up with. The icy wind cutting through his face reminded him of the wind that comes in every morning from the ocean. He pulled up his collar to protect against it. And now the end of the ride approached. The snowy mountains are not that different from the city after all.
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