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We have had countless memories at Ski Roundtop so it is difficult to pick just one. One of the scariest memories happened on the ski lift. We hopped on the lift for the millionth time that night. We were going up the life and all of a sudden rachel screams. "Ahh my ski pole!" We look down at the ground panicked for the fact that we were at least 30 feet in the air. If it hit the ground, the chances of getting it back were slim. Sarah searches the ground and comes across the ski pole that was balanced between both of her skis. She had caught the pole. "Don't move!" Rachel and I told her. The slightest move would of left rachel pole plunging to the ground never to be found again. We removed the safety bar so we could lean off the side of the lift chair to get the pole. I leaned over and was barely on the chair anymore but I finally got the pole. This was a great year for skiing and I am so excited for next year.