Ski trip with friends. 100th post! By S

(Sorry you'll have to wait for the pictures. Daddy hasn't downloaded them yet. EDIT: Yes he has. This is E, and I'll caption the photos!)

Lake Luzern is under those clouds.

On Saturday we had to wake up early so we could catch a train to Zurich so we could catch a train at Zurich. We went to Luzern. From there we took a bus to a bus stop near a gondola lift to Klewenalp. Daddy's co-worker (H) and his family invited us to a nice ski trip at a great place. When we went above the clouds the sky was clear even though below the clouds it looked like everything was gray and dark. The clouds from above looked like a big sheet of lumpy snow that you could just jump on and make snow angels in.

When we got there we went on some of the slower slopes that were more our speed. My favorite slope was slightly curvy and you could go fast, so it was fun. Daddy thought it was scary, though. After we went down that slope once or twice with H's son and daughter (who are both amazing skiers even though they are younger than us) we took a chairlift to a very long slope that was very hard and terrifying. There were very straight steep strips where we had to either turn a lot or go down on the sides of our skis. After that slope, with H's help we were all a lot better at skiing. R and Daddy each fell a few times. I didn't fall because H was holding onto me. Even when he did let go of me I didn't fall at all because I had gotten better.

This looked steep to us, but we were told it's practically flat!

When we got to the bottom of the hill we had to take another chairlift up to the top of the hill that lead back to our original ski path. We took the path down so we could go to a restaurant and have lunch. Lunch was french fries and a lemon and some parsley for me. We also had hot chocolate to drink.

When we'd all had a nice break and gotten over the hard ski path we noticed one of R's ski poles was missing. We couldn't find it at all. Eventually we got back to skiing, but we all still felt bad for her about the pole. We went back to the curvy path and went down several times. I was still really impressed with H's kids' ski skills.

When the ski slopes were about to close we all went back to the gondola to go home. This time we took a boat, but Daddy got confused on his phone so we were on the wrong boat and we had to take it to somewhere else. Eventually it all worked out. Except the train station we were going to catch out train at was really crowded and had a huge band with skeleton face paint. We ignored it and went to our train track. On the way home we all rested and when we got home we were all very tired and went to bed.

When I saw the helicopter I started looking frantically for the girls. 

Once again, we were lucky and it wasn't there for us! (Though there may have been some close calls.)