We had decided to take a trip by long distance bus from Pittsburg to San Francisco for twelve days in winter vacation.
First we arrived in Colorado, then we stayed in a hotel which is in the middle of a mountain of the Rocky Mountains. It had a ski area, so everybody tried skiing, making a snowman and throwing snowballs.
We visited Great Salt Lake. Its appearance was like a sea. Somebody was walking around it with a girl. Somebody shouted, "That guy is an Angel," so he put his back to the evening sun, and was walking with the girl. This view seemed like the scene of a movie. I thought he was probably a romanticist.
We passed Nevada, at least we arrived at the destination, San Francisco. He had free time and were active individually.
We were so tired that we slept in the bus during the trip back.