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Skiing is one big sharing hobby that everyone in our family enjoys… even my mom can do it! It’s such a fun bonding time and we always go over Christmas break. We usually go to Minnesota, but this time we went to Galena, Illinois to Chestnut Mountain! Their hotel is right on the mountain so we can literally just ski right out of it.
The first hill of the day was down a green. The easiest one there. I was pretty nervous, because I always forget how to ski every time we go and I had so much pressure on me not to get hurt. My brother already was starting to go down it, so I went down following, not being able to ask him how to stop… I pizza sliced it down awhile, then needed to stop because a big rocky cliff was coming at
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When my brothers went down it, my sister and I would just watch. So many people would fall down it because it was icy, even my dad. He never wipes out. So that was a big no for me. I was terrified of it. I would get butterflies and tickles in my stomach just looking at it. It was the last day and almost time to go. I don't want to break my leg when I’ve made it this far. But somehow, somehow, I have no idea how, my brothers convinced me to go down. I was at the top of the mountain. A train roaring by just at the end off it, with the wind blowing in my face, deciding to go down this monster or not. Just like that I just went forward. Literally. I did just a couple little turns, but other than that I just went straight down that thing. I passed all my siblings and almost hit a poor old man that was stuck. I sped down that thing so fast that I thought I was going to die if I made one mistake. I finally reach the ground, turned my head to say something to my sister, to see that they weren’t there. I look up at the top to see my sister and two brothers stopped on the middle of the hill with their skis and poles sliding down the hill, with my sister sliding down with them! It was the funniest sight I have ever
At 6pm on a Saturday evening, Sally and her parents were on their way to go skiing for their 20th time. The whole family was extremely excited and looking forward to this, especially since the place was somewhere they’d never been to before. As they were in the car, Sally was daydreaming about what the place would look like, and wondered if her worst fear would be there: ski lifts. Everything about this scared her. The car is out in the open, has no roof, and the ride could malfunction at any time. Since this unanswered question was on her mind now, she decided to ask her parents to see if they knew. “I’m just wondering, do either of you know if there are going to be ski lifts at the place?” Both of her parents paused in confusion but didn’t
I rush toward the mechanical clanking and rattling of the ski lift and collapse into the chair. Exhausted, I use this time to restore my energy. I begin to form the image of the steep route that I plan to attempt on my next run. Its nearly vertical face, large jagged rocks, and rough terrain send shivers down my spine and adrenaline into my veins. I painfully recall my previous attempt, where I did not perform the necessary technique in order to survive the run without a crash. This time,
If anyone has ever heard about or watched skiing it is probably alpine skiing. Alpine skiing is the most traditional and popular type of skiing. Some of the necessary pieces of equipment needed for skiing are, helmet, gloves, ski pants and jacket, goggles, ski poles, ski boots and bindings, and last but not least skis. There are ten alpine skiing events in the olympics they vary from Downhill and Slalom, to Moguls and Slopestyle. Alpine skiing has been around since about 600 BC in modern day China. Earlier skiers used one big pole or spear not two like modern day skiers. Until the mid 19th century skiing was only used for transportation, but since then it is mainly used as a recreational sport.
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
Competition Between Snowboarding and Skiing Snowboarding and Skiing are common and different in the subjects of culture, technique, and equipment. There are similarities on and off the mountain as well as major differences. Snowboarding was influenced in the beginning by skiing and it is now growing rapidly. Skiing has been taking part in the boarding culture to regain some ground hey lost to the boarding craze. This culture will be shown through a comparison in a “Battle of the Mountain.”
About ten seconds later, the ride slowed down and came to a complete stop. I opened my eyes and the world around looked like a blur. Then, the same man came around and let me off. I sprinted far away from my family and dropped to the ground, laying down face first. I laid there until my family caught up with me , thinking I survived the drop tower. Then, we said our goodbyes to the park and murmured about the terrifying ride all the way home.
I almost fell off a cliff on the side of a mountain. I was in Pitkin, Colorado, on a camping trip during the summer of 2009. The trees were green, the air was fresh so were the lakes, rivers, and ponds were stocked with fish and wildlife was everywhere. Usually, on these camping trips, I would be accompanied by a large number of people. However, this time, it was just my parents, my three brothers, and my two sisters. I was almost 12 years old at the time and having three older brothers made me very competitive. Naturally, when my family decided to climb one of the mountain’s which were around us, I wanted to be the first one to reach its peak.
He arrived at his first destination after about an hour of hiking. After a short while he figured he had looked over his new found haven enough, he was ready. He started down the grade with a small arsenal, consisting of a shovel, about ten granola bars, two bottles of power-ade, his snowshoes, and what was left in his hydration bladder in his pack. After descending about two hundred feet he came into the clearing he was hoping to find, it was as smooth as silk, twenty inches of fresh powder under his board. Up ahead he say a small but formidable drop off on the mountain, he knew if he was going to escape this with his dignity he was going to have to work some magic, to his success. The drop was approximately eighteen feet, but he was ready for it, he landed perfectly, it was like a dream the poof of snow exploding out from his impact, and the gentle flakes hitting his face. As he continued down the slope he did not realize that his gentle landing had severely weakened the physical structure of the mountain’s blanket, and that any moment he could bring the mass down upon himself at impossible speeds.
Skiing has been a huge part of my life. It has given me great relationships with my family, escape from the real world, and allowed me to learn lessons I can use in the real world. Skiing has and will always be my place.
A blast of adrenaline charges throughout my body as I experience the initial drop. My body's weight shifts mechanically, cutting the snow in a practiced rhythm. The trail curves abruptly and I advance toward a shaded region of the mountain. Suddenly, my legs chatter violently, scraping against the concealed ice patches that pepper the trail. After overcompensating from a nearly disastrous slip, balance fails and my knees buckle helplessly. In a storm of powder snow and ski equipment, body parts collide with nature. My left hand plows forcefully into ice, cracking painfully at the wrist. For an eternity of 30 seconds, my body somersaults downward, moguls of ice toy with my head and further agonize my broken wrist. Ultimately veering into underbrush and pine trees, my cheeks burn, my broken wrist surging with pain. Standing up confused, I attempt climbing the mountain but lose another 20 feet to the force of gravity.
It had hard cutbacks and carved its way down the mountain like a zigzag. It was the most challenging trail I have ever ridden. I had to use my whole body to stay on it. I was sweating my jacket was unzipped, and there was no stopping. People were in front of me and behind me. I had to drive on muscles cramping from exhaustion and a body worn out from the fun. It took me and my friends all day to ride down that mountain. But once we were at our hotel tired and weary from the effort of it, we sat back at the dinner table and couldn't wait to do it all over again the next
We finally reached the gate to Horse Mountain and I jumped out of the truck and ran to open the gate. It seemed like I had waited forever to get up there and start our mission, so I hurried and opened the gate. My dad pulled his truck through and I closed the gate. We got the ramps out of the truck and unloaded the three-wheeler. I jumped up on the back of the cold metal bars. This was always my spot whenever we took the three-wheeler, and I was loaded, and ready to take off. My dad jumped on, started up the three-wheeler, and off we went.
Skis have been dated back fro thousands of years. Skis Originated in Sweden, Norway, and Finland. They were first made out of carved wood and bone but were very similar to early snow shoes. First skis were for getting around in the winter and military use but eventually was used for recreational use. The Prototype into todays ski design was a leather shoe and had a hell strap that was first used by the Norwegian soldiers. In the 1960’s skis evolved from just wood to different materials like metallic fiberglass skis. A lot of the ski designs from the past is what made skiing possible today and how they are manufactured. Manufacturing ski equipment is both technical and artistic and includes a specific process prior to marketing to customers