Area 51

Area 51 is a local club that is in Salt Lake City that groups of Fortians had made a trip to a few time this summer. We discovered it by accident while out hitting the town celebrating a birthday for one of the maintance guys. We went there again last night and it was a whole different experience, as it is everytime a group goes. We can all go to any of the local lodges' bars here in Alta and not pay the gas or coverage charge, but no matter how many times we go to those bars, they are pretty much the same. We all sit at a table with our drinks and just talk about work or the Fort life. Nothing to special. However once we go to Area 51, there's a music and a stage made for dancing and cutting loose and not worrying about the trouble and drama going on back in the Fort. Even people who don't normally get along with each other in the Fort are dancing and having fun with each other at Area 51. And when you are one of the only sober ones there, it's even more entertaining because you get to see all the drunks making a fool of themselves. It's a place that none of us would ever go to on our own, but get us together in a group and that is normally on our list of places to go. It's a place I probably would never go to with anyone else but my fellow Fortians. But it's now a place where I have so much fun memories of my new friends here at the Fort and I hope that it's a place where I will be able to continue having more memories made while this season continue to go on.

Naptime

Pretty much from 2-5 in the afternoon is the unofficial naptime here at the Fort. Anyone who is not working during these hour can normally be found in their beds taking a nap gearing up for the night activities or catching up on lost sleep from the night before. Normal sleeping hours are from 2-6 in the morning. Those few crazy people who try to go to bed before these hours normally have to result to ear plugs to drown out the noise of everyone else hanging out by the lockers in the hallway. A few of us are lucky in the way that we are at the very end and normally far enough away from the noise that we can go to bed a little bit earlier if needed, but those who have bedrooms right next to the lockers, normally count the hours until naptime because they know that is when it will be quiet enough to get a good nap in before having to head to dinner...or if they work in the evening, head off to work. And when we work splits...naptime is almost a given. Having to wake up early in the morning to go to work and then work until late in the evening, the only way to function throughout the work load is by having your nap. It amazes me how as a little kid, we all fight naptime and try to get out of it in any way possible, and then you come to a place like the Fort as an adult and are so excited to have your naptime back. The few days that I've gone without having a nap pretty much drain my body. I don't know what is going to happen when I enter the real world again and lose my naptime, but I figure I will cross that bridge when I get to it. I'm pretty sure that once I enter the real world again, I won't be staying up until like 2 or 3 in the morning, so it probably won't be too bad. I will probably go to bed at a decent hour and still be able to wake up at 6 or 7 and go about my day, all day long. I've done it before, and can do it again. But until that day comes, I think I'm going to enjoy my naptime. Those little kids who fight and fight and fight trying to get out of naptime, don't know how lucky they are to still be allow to have those precious hours in the middle of the day to just sleep and rest. One of these days they will be 22 and wishing that they still had their naptime.

Skiing and Mountains

Skiing is pretty much everyone's life here at the Fort. While it's not where my heart lies, the few times I've gone out had been fun and I was glad that I went. As I sit in my room looking out the window, I can see skiers racing down the mountain and it just makes me wonder if they ever stop to really appreciate the mountain that God created for them to ski down 5 months out of the year. As I look at the mountains that are covered in snow it makes me wonder what do they look like in the summer when all the snow is gone. Do they turn all multicolored from wild flowers like they do in Alaska, or do they just stay green as the fresh grass grow? Do the skiers who use these mountains in the winter for skiing, also use them in the summer for hiking? Do they really appreciate what God gave them? Maybe it's just that I'm from the north central part of Texas where there are no mountains, so I see these mountains here in a different way than those who are from Salt Lake and get to see these mountains year round. But then again, there are other people here living in the Fort who are not from the Valley and I don't really here them talking about the beauty that they get to see every day from their own window. When I first got here, I was so easily distracted from my job of cleaning the guest rooms because I would just look out the window at the mountains watching skiers race down them and just stand in awe. We would all sit out in the hot tub talking about the beauty of the stars and the sunsets, but no one ever really mentioned the mountains themselves. Coming down the mountain on my first attempt at skiing, I got to see the sunset right between two other mountains. I wished I had brought my camera with me to try to capture to beauty of what I was blessed with, but I know that just like my attempt at skiing that day, I would had also failed at capturing the true beauty of that sunset. I have not been able to see anything else like that since, but I'm hoping that as my skiing gets better, I will once again be able to see that image again, only this time with a camera in my hand. Instead of racing down the mountain as fast as I can, I will be the one who is slow and having to let others pass me. But in the end I will win the race because I will be the one who got to appreciate the entire beauty that will be surrounding me instead of being the one who got the most runs in before dark. So, I'm challenging all the skiers and snowboarders out there who are reading this....the next time you get on your skis or snowboard, don't just hurry down the mountain to see how many runs you can get in or which one of you in the group was the first one to the bottom...instead go a little slower and try to appreciate to beauty that you were given. Everyday the mountains are changing, rather it's because it's freshly covered in powdered snow, or if it's just because there are new skiers making more ski marks down the trails, it's still different and that means a different type of beauty.

The Fort

The Fort...
What else is there to say? The Fort is a place where everyone could be theirselves and are accepted as they are. We all come from different places all over the United States and yet, for one winter we are all in this one place surrounded by snow cover mountains and nothing else seems to matter. No one cares about age, race, background, or anything else except for if you ski or snowboard. While there are a few of us who never done either before getting here, that hasn't stopped anyone from attempting to at least get some strapped to our feet and hit the ropes...and then the mountain. These people are becoming a new type of family to me and I hope that the friendships that are still forming will continue to grow everyday and even continue after we all leave this place and enter the real world once again. Once the snow melts and the mountain closes in April we will be scattered across the United States again. Some of us returning to love ones in Texas, or Delaware, or Mississippi. Some of us will start new adventures in Alaska, or California, or even Europe. But, no matter where we go in April, we will all have memories of spending the winter here in Alta....rather it was our first winter here, or our fifth. It doesn't matter because at one time we were all in the exact same place at the same time. And that place is The Fort.