Braden, Keegan, and I got on the chairlift to go to the top of the main hill, even though it was snowing very heavily. The snow felt like a bunch of pillows because it was all new powder, so it didn’t hurt if you fell. It was our first time snowboarding, so we were at an easy resort. Although I have experience with skiing, chair lifts, and snow, I had never snowboarded, so I was still a little nervous. I pulled down my face mask below my chin to ask if they were, too.
“Am I the only one who is a little spooked?” I uttered, breaking the silence on the icy cold chairlift.
“Nope, you aren’t. I’m a bit nervous, too,” Braden agreed. “Yep, I’m pretty nervous,” Keegan responded with terror in his eyes, looking down below at the mountainside that looked extremely steep from our angle. “But I’m also pretty hyped. This is going to be so fun!”
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I could tell that Braden was very excited and wanted to get to the top of the slope more than anything else. The whole entire ride up he was staring at the end of the chairlift. Finally, we made it to the top. We got off with a bit of difficulty. First off, Keegan fell onto his knees, blocking Braden and me from the clear path that led to a vacant space in the snow. Secondly, I wasn’t very nimble or agile on the snowboard yet, so I was hit by the chairlift, causing me to fall, too. Lastly, Braden was also on the ground after accidentally speeding straight into someone.
After we regrouped, we started down the hill. At first, we were all going pretty slow, but after we did this run a couple of times we started accelerating, speeding up on every run. Braden flew down the hill, falling every ten seconds, while Keegan and I crept up right behind him, so we could laugh at him collapsing harshly. He looked like an uncontrollable rocket, blasting down the hill. Each time Braden fell, he would stand up, covered in white
The freezing wind had chilled my hand to the bone. Even as I walked into my cabin, I shivered as if there was an invisible man shaking me. My ears, fingers, toes, and noes had turned into a pale purple, only starting to change color once I had made a fire and bundled myself in blankets like ancient Egyptians would do to their deceased Pharaohs. The once powdered snow on my head had solidified into a thin layer of ice. I changed out of the soaking wet clothes I was wearing and put on new dry ones. With each layer I became more excited to go out and start snowboarding. I headed for the lift with my board and my hand. Each step was a struggle with the thick suit of snow gear I was armored in.
middle of paper ... ... Balancing the snowboard and riding on the rail, momentum keeps pushing on both of them down the rail. You may also see more torque when you are on the top of the mountain or hill and you are teetering on the edge. Putting more mass on the front of the snowboard will cause the front of the snowboard to droop downhill, therefore causing you to take off down the mountain. So next time you go snowboarding, keep in mind all the things that involve physics, but still have fun.
The ground moved farther away from me as I went higher up. I nervously swung my legs back and forth and placed my ski poles next to me. When I looked down, everyone looked like itsy-bitsy specks in the vast, white snow. Whoa…, I thought to myself, the sight made me feel disoriented. As I went up the lift shuddered, shook, and occasionally swung side to side which made me feel jitterish. I couldn’t believe I was doing this though, but there was no going back now. After a few minutes, or what felt like hours, I could see the end of the ski lift coming closer. I prepared myself by getting ready to stand up by grabbing my poles and tensing my legs. There was a bright red line printed on the snow a few feet ahead and when I reached the line, I quickly stood up and got off. “Phew, at least half the journey’s done”, I thought to
The pain of small icicles slicing my exposed chin at such high speeds goes easily unnoticed due to the mass production of adrenaline in my body. I recall the first time I felt the satisfaction of pushing my abilities to the limit. It began on an extremely cold and cloudy Saturday afternoon. I experienced a rush of joy as a result of racing through the thick trees, dodging branches and vaulting rocks, relying on just two skinny pieces of wood. Nothing gives more of a thrill than this. Poet Rudolf Caracciola cleverly explains the need for speed in this short
Overall my snowboarding days have been some of the best days in my life where I could truly say I was happy and content just because of something I wanted to pick
“You know what we are going to do? We are going to play board games and it is going to be just as fun as if we were at the beach.”
“Here goes nothing,” I thought to myself before I skied toward the jump. I sped toward the jump remembering what Trevor had told me. I soared through the air with my neon green pants flapping in the air. As my skis touched down, I bent my knees and realized I had landed the jump. My Dad skied to Trevor and I, and I found out that my dad had recorded it so I could re-live the moment. I was super excited they had caught my success on tape! Soon after I landed the jump, it was time to leave
I was so hyped that I finally learned Snowboarding. After all those years only going on small hills on my heel edge, I finally was doing toe edge. We went up the hill for a couple of more runs and just like you already know we got on the chairlift and put on our bindings once we got off. We went all the way to the right side of the hill and snowboarded down it. While I was going down my board hit a small ice ball and my board caught an edge and I landed hard on my board. If you were me in this exact situation I could tell you it hurt alot! Image getting kicked really really hard by someone now imagine that hundred times harder, that was the pain I was in. Max came up beside me and asked if I was ok. I looked at him and said “ my butt hurts so much” After a couple of minutes sitting there we got up and went down to hill. I looked at the clock and realized it was closing time. I went did a fist bump with Max and went home. Now you just read my narrative of me overcoming snowboarding and I can tell you I was so proud of myself. I succeeded because I had the determination to do
We looked around for a little while longer and Tom spotted a nice hit. It was an untouched field, with three 10-15’ drops which made for great hits. After hiking about a quarter of a mile we made it there. A quarter of a mile does not sound like that much of a walk but it is not as easy as it sounds when you are walking in snow past your knees deep, simply it took almost an hour and a half. We strapped in and took off, making huge carves in all the fresh powder that had probably not been ridden in at least a week. The first hit was coming and Tom shouted “hit it man,” As Dan and I approached the hit we got some big air. The only problem with riding such fresh snow is that when you land in that amount of fresh powder you sink like a rock.
A few winters ago, some friends invited my family and me to go snow skiing at Paoli Peaks, Indiana. I did not know how to snow ski, and I leaped at the thought of trying this new sport. On the first morning we entered the pro shop to rent all the gear and make decisions about whether or not to take lessons or go it alone. We decided to be adventurous and go it alone—no lessons. Kent and Celeste, the friends who invited us, knew how to ski and snowboard. He assured us that he could show us the basics, and we would be on our way down the slopes. All of us, after a few minutes learning how to wedge our skis started down the family trail. Although the family trail had smaller hills and appeared safe, to me it seemed way
When we got to the bottom Tennessee and I were laughing and throwing up our arms in victory. Anna wasn't too happy with us at first but she got over it, though she never did go down The Death Slide that day.
Unsure of his exact location, cold and growing weary he started his tedious climb up what he thought was the northern side of the peak, he was unsure how he got to where he was, but his best guess was that when he was the origin of a small avalanche. His last memory before his startling awakening in his would be snowy grave was snowboarding. It had been just after lunch and he thought he would try some new terrain. He laced up his snowshoes, and proceeded to climb to the highest point of the mountain.
Digging into the snow with my boots while stabilizing my body with the uninjured arm, I inch across the hill, lose my foothold, and plummet downward.
“I know, but don’t you think that it’s going to be a funny game tonight?”
The elevation was not friendly to my brother and stole the majority of his oxygen. We hurriedly purchased the overpriced souvenirs and decided to head back down. Exiting the building, we caught a glimpse of the breathless view. My mother noticed that it was in alignment with the Pike’s Peak sign and decided that we should huddle together quickly for a photo. We had a stranger take the picture and we headed down the mountain.