Sliding Out in Provo Canyon

Powder.  This is something I hunger for.  My dad and I have an apatite for this white fluffy stuff.  While in our pursuit to quench our powdery thirst we had do drive through a canyon with a frozen rode.  We started to drift to the opposite side of the road and then again to the side near the river, cars were honking and we kept on sliding back and forth going 55mph.  There were golf ball sized goosebumps on the side of my arm and I could tell by my dads interesting use of vocabulary he was not so happy either.  We were thinking to our selfs oh no we are going to miss the powder day!  FINALLY!  We stopped sliding and gained control of the monstrous beast of metal and started moving in a forward motion.  My dad and I will always remember that bone chilling moment.