Sam woke up from the perfect mountain in a dream, his phone ringing out from an alarm broke the silence. He checked it to see the time, he was late for the competition. Leaping from the bed, he bathed and clothed in record time. Panic rampaged in his head, grabbing his board and phone he checked to see how much time he needed to get to the competition site. Staring at the screen, a missed message was there, stupidity washed over him. The competition had been cancelled, "Crap, . . . One hell of a way to wake up." Sam sat down on the hotel bed, simply trying to relax and think straight. "No competition, I guess . . . I could just head over to the Honey? barrel? cup? bucket?" The name of the hotel had escaped him, grabbing his notebook he checked the name. "Honeypot, . . . I was way off." His guesses stayed in his head, his guesses seemed so stupid, especially his last one.<br/><br/>Bag and board in hand, he put his music on and grabbed a taxi that was actually driving in the blizzard outside. The short travel took it's time, the blizzard leaving visibility at roughly 20-30ft. Finally he arrived, leaving the driver a tip he stood looking over the building in the blizzard. Strolling inside, he pulled his headphones down around his neck, as to not disrupt the view of the beautiful hotel. His camera quickly made it's way to grab a few pictures, "This is gonna make up for my . . . three blunders so far today." He had to count the number of misfortunes that hit him, setting his things aside, he strolled around the lobby camera still in hand. "I'm gonna enjoy this place."