Analysis Of Skiing On The Edge Of Death

Skiing On the Edge of Death

Have you ever wondered what it is like to feel like you’re about to face death? Well keep this in mind; no matter how good a person is at something, there is still a chance of getting hurt, make sure to wear proper safety at all times. I am a skier that has 4-5 years of experience. Many crashes and falls have happened during my time skiing, but one event tops them all. It was like any other Saturday night, until everyone left me. I had to walk inside to grab something and update our parents. Then, I grabbed what I needed, said good bye to my mom and over to the stairs. I waddled down the stairs trying not to fall in my ski boots. I reached the bottom and headed for the door. My hands pushed open the door and as that

I figured they had just left me, so I though that’s what I’ll do too. At that point in time no one knew where I was. All I could think was random negative thoughts. I went to the Yodeler lift and waited my turn to get on. I’ve learned to be a solitary person from doing projects and things by myself, I never had friends that were in walking distance. All the way up the Yodeler lift I watched the shiny necklaces and other things thrown into the trees. Yodeler lift is most known for being the lift that people throw things on the trees at during Mardi Gras. That felt Like one of the longest rides of my skiing

I wondered if they left for a reason (Which I later found out they did). As far as I knew, they just left. I sat back and the cold bar gave my neck a chill. I could see the guy at the end and I waved to him. He wore a black hat and a green jacket like most ski lift operators do. He waved back and I thought to myself “At least he’s nice.” The hill under me started to shrink as I got closer to the platform. When the platform was in sight I lifted the cold bar with my glove and I could see the mark were my hand had melted the snow on it. My poles were in my hands and my skis up ready to get off. It looked as though I was about to attack someone, which is the normal way you get off the lift, legs raised, poles at 45 degree angle, and head straight ahead. My skis were on and I inched my way forward down to the small hill, onto the main one. After I was on the main hill, there was a neighborhood of other trails, to my left was Mardi Gras, the biggest and main trail of Holiday Valley, in front of me was two more, one led to a terrain park and the other was just another trail of Mardi Gras (or Mardi for short). I swung my skis to the left and passed a few snow boarders strapping up and said to one with a board that had LEDs, “Nice board!” He replied with “Thanks man!” I continued down the trail going slowly while the trees and the snow were grasping my eyes. I came to the part of the hill were it