You don’t have to be a skier to imagine how scary it would be to get stuck on a lift, in the bitter cold, for almost a week. That’s the dilemma the three protagonists in this Stephen King styled story face. It’s a girlfriend-boyfriend couple, Parker and Dan, along with Dan’s third wheel best friend. Their decision to ride the lift one last time, despite the resort closing early due to an on-coming snow storm, becomes their doom.
You’d think they’d use their hats and hoods to protect their faces from the wind. You’d think the owners of a public ski resort would’ve long ago done something about their killer wolf infestation. Those are two major plausibility faults in a story that’s otherwise terrifically realistic. The tension heads high about a quarter of the way in and only gives way to moments of desolation. The death scene near the middle is especially poignant.
my rating = 5 of 5
I had no idea how I got up there. I just sort of awoke standing on top of what seemed to be some sort of huge water tower. I don’t know how tall it was, but it had to be at least a hundred feet in the air as I remember looking down to see various animals running around in the neighborhood. Most were small and harmless, like rabbits and squirrels, but there were also some full-grown lions scattered about. It was sort of scary being that high in the air; I’m generally afraid of heights in real life; and once I realized I’d be able to climb down via the legs of the tower, I wanted to do so immediately. It was those damn lions I was deathly afraid of. I remember thinking, if not saying aloud to myself, that they’d (probably) kill me if they noticed me.
That was the dilemma I was facing; stay up on the tower and hope someone notices me before I eventually fall asleep and possibly roll off the side over a hundred feet to my demise or climb down and risk being eaten alive by lions. It was a decision I might’ve pondered longer if the sun weren’t about to go down. It was late in the evening and night was about to fall, which meant the chance of me being seen by a helpful human in what seemed like a desolate area of the city was also falling; not to mention the fact that it would be harder to spot the lions in the dark night. So, after making sure I couldn’t see any lions near the tower I was mysteriously perched upon; the few I could see were running around, chasing small animals; I decided to climb down.
Whether to walk or run was another decision. Running would increase the chance of being chased if a lion were to spot me, but it would also get me to safety quicker. I decided to run. It was actually more a swift jog as I probably looked back several times to make sure there wasn’t a lion on my tail. I knew the neighorhood; I lived near; so I headed what seemed like northwest, across streets, past buildings and eventually houses. One house had what looked like a (white) pet tiger fenced in the front yard. The weirdest part of the dream though was the end, at which I thought to myself that I had to figure-out what date (year/month) it was in order to determine where I lived because I’d moved before and didn’t want to go to the wrong home.
2017 ( January 06 )