19 fucking years old and it was about time she did something for herself. Finally out of high school Indy Bel figured she needed a year to unwind. Everyone called it the victory lap, something you do before committing to another bullshitting time wasted in a classroom or in the workplace. Her parents, both being principals dreamed of the youngest of 4 daughters to go on to university and become an administrator in the school board just like them. Like hell she would turn out just like them. For the most part she did what her parents expected of her. She came off with average grades and even got into the programs in university she applied to. Doing this trip was a last minute decision. The mountains had been calling her all her life. She had always planned on doing something like this but it wasn’t until now that she took the initiative and followed through with it. She needed to get away. Get away from the drama of living at home. Get away from the pressures of more school work. Get away from old faces she saw every day of her boring life in the city. Yes, she was getting away. 19 fucking years old and she was going to have the year of her life.

Indy had been her father’s daughter since birth. Being the youngest of four daughters her dad had his fingers crossed she would be a son but instead they were blessed by another baby girl. Her dad admitted defeat and chose the name Indy for the infant. Being the car fanatic he was he thought it fitting to name the child after the car race that visited the city annually that him and his father went to every year. For the first 14 years of her life, Indy was the tomboy type. Her father pushed her into about every tough or extreme sport he could. She went to auto shows, rugby matches, lacrosse games – you name it, she did it. As she got older it was then she realized she wasn’t a son, but a daughter and didn’t have a penis but a set of ovaries. On Sunday’s she would watch football to see the Packers massacre another team. It was during one particular game that her father realized he had a daughter and not a son when Indy commented that Brett Favre was quite good looking. From that moment on Indy couldn’t comment on good looking guys in sports for it haunted her father.

Despite her tomboyish appearance Indy was a knockout. Her blonde hair was always tied back in fun styles. She wore a lot of ride apparel such as Billabong, Fox Racing or some other brand logo along that market. She stood at just less than 5’8. Not too tall but not too short. She had the athlete’s body, firm and toned. Her sharp green eyes were more exuberant with her light blonde hair. From all the years playing rugby her legs were strong but not too muscular that it made her look butch. Her posture was always proper making her almost appear taller than she was. She could turn men’s heads as she walked into a place but would never seem to notice they even existed. It wasn’t that she was a snob; she just always seemed to be set on what her apparent objective was and didn’t seem to notice the room went quite as she came in. Her friends would tell her of course but she just didn’t think about it much. She always seemed to busy to have time for any kind of relationship. She operated on two seasons. Winter and summer and each one brought a new competitive sport she called her priority. Guys always wanted just a bit of her time but she just couldn’t offer it to them. It bothered all the guys in her school so much that those who did get a chance to go out with her for a night couldn’t brag to his buddies that he got any because she only gave them one night. The boys seemed to need her much more than she could ever need them.

So it all went down like this. After agreeing to go on to study Kinesiology, she changed her mind last minute and bought a plane ticket out west to live for a year in the mountain scene. She didn’t know a single person, had no idea where to get a job and had no place to stay. She was winging this one fully. One thing she did have was her skis. Something she had done all her life. That was the one sport her father pushed on her more than anything. At the local hills she established herself well as the top female skier cross rider in her area but there was only so much the hills had to offer. Her parents pleaded with her to change her mind and go on to school but her mind was made up. They drove her to the airport with little words exchanged. She got out of the truck, waved bye to her parents and that was about it.

She was fairly early for the flight and was allowed to board the small 30 or so passenger plane almost immediately.