"Man, it smells like a zoo in here", the waft of junk food and estrogen hits me square in the face as I open up the door to Mom's Suburban to get in. "Hi Jake!" It's late, and they have already been on the road for a few hours, but their spirits seem high. The giggling takes concerted effort to subdue. The view is pleasant enough: a pert ass in yoga pants moving off the captain's chair to the back row to make room for me. Emily catches my eyes from the other chair, she shakes her head as only a disapproving sister can, but can't hide a smile. "Saddle up cowboys," my dad loves a road trip: "and let's ride on out!" We are heading to our house in Mont-Tremblant for my sister's senior year winter break. My college is about halfway there, so makes for a convenient pick up on the way. I catch a ride as often as I can when my family goes up: the skiing is fantastic and it's good to get away from school. "I am so glad y