It was a frosty day with temperatures at below negative two Celsius at the resort. At first glance outside the window, the snow piled up on the edges of the balcony. The wind was ferocious, slamming into the windows. I woke up to the screaming winds, eagerly waiting to a new day even if the scene outside proved other than that. Nobody could have been more excited than me. This would be my first time skiing, having the fun of a lifetime, forgetting about unfinished projects and disastrous test scores. Life could only get better today, what could go wrong? The answer was everything.
I paused, dreading all the things that could go wrong. It was steep and icy. At any minute I could slip, and the moment I did he would catch me, and I would die. However, I know that every second I hesitate; he gets closer, so I took a leap of faith and started down the icy death trap.
By means of clear logic the reader is drawn in to the importance of helmets in skiing. To the credit of the author they used organization, persuasion, and common sense to outline their points. The best way to present an argument is in an organized solid format. "Safety on the Slopes" opens with the story of 5 year old Eliot Levmore running into a tree while skiing in Co...
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.
The story began on a sunny September day, when two hikers were traversing a mountain pass at the 3210-meter (10,530 foot) level and saw a brown, leathery shape protruding from the ice amidst running melt-water. Examining closely, they found a human body which they thought might be the victim of a past mountaineering accident.
This story from The New York Times titled Snow Fall is about an avalanche that was generated by sixteen of the nation's top skiers and snowboarders when they were making a run together. Chris Rudolph, a marketing manager for Steven Pass, made plans for all the riders to travel down a ski resort called Tunnel Creek. The weight of the skiers triggered the avalanche soon after leaving the mountain. It rushed down 2,600 vertical feet, carrying away five of the skiers. One of the skiers wedged himself between two trees and avoided being swept away as the avalanche rushed over him. Another skier, Elyse Saugstad, pulled her survival airbag and suffered minor injuries, despite being trapped until she was rescued. As a snowboarder myself, I felt worried
The next story is of Colby Coombs, a 25 year old, who was vacationing in Alaska. He and his two climbing friends were caught up in an avalanche in Mt. Foraker. They were knocked 800 feet down the mountain. Coombs was knocked unconscious and woke up 6 hours later dangling from his rope. He had sustained a fractured ankle, a broken collar bone and two broken vertebrae in his neck. His 2 friends did not survive the avalanche. The next four days he struggled to climb down to their base camp and then traversed another five miles to cross a glacier before being rescued.
“Let’s snowboard on our sleds,” John-Michael suggested enthusiastically.
It was a perfect day to go sledding. The snow was a couple days old and there was no ice. It wasn’t very cold either, so we didn’t have to worry about our eyes freezing shut.
“Let’s ask dad first,” I replied.
When the seasons start to change and temperatures start to rise all I can think about is skimboarding. I’ve been enjoying the sport for the past five years and there’s nothing I regret, and I can best relate my personality and attitude to the sport. skimboarding has not only provided me with a great workout that I can enjoy with my closest friends and family, but also a way to learn life lessons that I can apply to my everyday goals. A trained skier like myself will master the difficulty that the mountain offers as well as all that life throws at us.
The flannels under my snowpants were agitating me, so I sat down and rolled them up. Dead skin collected under my nails as I scraped my legs. The base layer of wool was necessary, however, to defend against frostbite. Readjusting my bottoms so my socks covered the base of my pants, I created an impenetrable layer against the snow. I forced my skates on and began to pull firmly on my blood stained laces. The mixture of the cold and the pressure of tying my laces caused my dry, cracked hands to reopen. Red droplets dribbled down the valleys of wrinkles in my hands and stained my powdery white skin. Once I was satisfied with the tension around my ankles, I wiped the blood onto the snow, a mini murder scene, and pulled my gloves on quickly. I blew on them through the cloth and tried to reheat the frozen fingers. It was imperative that my hands stayed warm, so I could grasp my