Ski Observation

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Essay of Observation My family had arrived at the ski resort situated high in the rocky mountains the day before and the only thing on my mind was skiing. The rush it gave, the feeling of my skis gliding over the snow and blissful solitude it provided. After waking this morning I had quickly dressed and eaten before beginning the hike to the chairlift. My equipment was heavy in my arms by the time I reached the chairlift but the scenic views of the early morning mountain were incredible.
Furthermore boarding the lift I clutched my ski poles in one hand and reached behind me for the chair. At seven o’clock the ski lift had only just opened and I was the only person on my chair. Snow was pounding down the mountain and combined with the fog, was lowering the visibility. I shivered as a particularly strong gust of wind blew in my face. The lift with a load mechanical click took off from the base. I shifted my ski poles to rest against my lap and removed my thermis from my pack. The thermis had been a blessing to find and I smiled as I pulled it to my mouth. The coffee it held had a closer resemblance in taste to water but the heat was heavenly. No matter what direction I looked all I could see was snow, it was almost a …show more content…

My music was blaring and my heart was racing. I pushed my way to the first black diamond run in sight to warm up. I froze and excitly looked at what was before me. Exquisite mountains coated in snow surrounded me and I could barely make out the quaint village town. The scent of the pine and snow was memorizing. The summer pine trees native to the region were transformed into the dangerously beautiful winter snow ghosts. The rocky landscape with steep cliffs and massive boulders and rocks was stunning. Clouds littered the sky the sun even at summit of the mountain the was barely visible. With that last thought I leaned forward slightly pushing off the curve of the run and began to

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