Beep! Beep! Beep! Of course the daily wake up call. Usually I wouldn’t be so thrilled to wake up and face the day. Although, today is different; I'm not home. I'm in a beautiful place known as Big Sky, Montana. The snow is as white and fluffy as a pillow. My obsession for this view is indescribable, and I love the mountains. This view is one that will never get old, and I mean never. Today, I woke up early to go snowboarding. This sport is one of my passions; I may not be pro but ill get there eventually. My cousin and I headed for the white freshly covered mountain. I could feel the cold breeze sifting across my face in the wind. I saw all the green trees that had little piles of snow falling from branch to branch. We were at the couloir (rough terrain close to the peek); ready to go. I put in my earbuds and looked at my cousin. She put her thumb up and said, " 1...2....3...Go." I jumped up and started on my way. I could hear the board …show more content…
I do understand for my health I probably shouldn’t go, yet I only go once a year. I will not let this one thing ruin my experience. I went back to the legendary park and give this jump another try. I had a killer headache, but I started to shift my board to the direction of the jump. Not going lie I'm nervous, and this feeling in my stomach was tickling me. My lips dry and chapped I yell, "I'm going to try it." My cousin gives me a funny look and answers back, " be careful." Although, I have never been a really "careful" person. I went soaring again, but this time I reached my hand back to the plastic smooth board. Then I gracefully land back on the earths crust. It was so worth it, my cousin cheered and screamed. We went back to the cabin and my family were so happy for me and proud. Seeing them proud made me super happy, I swear I couldn’t stop smiling. Now, my brother and I always challenge each other to see who the better one is. Yet, we all know it's
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.
Wear many removable layers of clothing, and always be sure the outermost layer is 100% waterproof. Also, always wear goggles. Visibility and eye protection is very important.
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
Bang! Clack! The metal snowboarding lift twisted and turned over the snowy mountain. My heart pounded as I forced myself to step onto the loading dock. I scraped my boots across the metal platform reading Bittersweet Ski hill. I thought about why they don't say Snowboarding Hill. The thought shook inside me.
80 countries have some form of ski area. Also, for the past 4 years skier visits have been estimated at around 400 million. Alpine, Cross-country and telemark are all types of skiing and at least one of them is likely to interest anyone.
There are a few things in my life I could use to write a narrative off of, one that could really strike my mind would probably be snowboarding, not even just the aspect of snowboarding but how it is something you have the ability to do to and kind of use it as a coping mechanism, just something that lets you be at peace with yourself and not worry about anything else in the world. If you were to ask a skier or another snowboarder about the feeling I am talking about. The one where you are going up the lift for the first time of the year or even before you are about to have a nice run from the summit where you are just sitting at the top before you go down the mountain and you are just one with yourself and the mountain
One snowy Christmas day in Muskegon, Michigan, a young girl by the name of Wendy Poppen tried to stand up on her sled while sliding down the hill. Seeing this, her father Sherman ran into the garage and bolted a pair of skies together with wood to ""act as foot stops"" (Crane). While watching Wendy use the contraption, some of the local kids ran up to Sherman and asked him to build one for each of them. Little did he know that he had given birth to the “fastest growing winter sport” (Prosl) known as snowboarding. The history, simplicity, and rate of growth of snowboarding took the sport from being completely banned from ski resorts, to being accepted worldwide with its Olympic debut in 1998.
As I got to the end of the bowl, I saw a terrain park. My older brother Trevor pushed me to try the massive jump.
Snowboarding, one of the hardest snowsport to learn but easy to master, it's also one of the most enjoyable snowsport on the planet. Even though it’s fun, you can really injure yourself if your not careful. In this narrative you’ll witness the pain I had to go through trying to learn snowboarding but also witness me mastering this incredible sport. It was a cool afternoon in the frosty month of January, the time was around 5:30 pm and my dad just dropped me off at Snow Valley hill in his black Mitsubishi Lancer. I took my blueish green Burton Custom snowboard from the back of the car, grabbed my helmet, gloves, jacket and snowpants and went to the bottom of the hill. There I placed my board on the soft snow and put on my gear. I was wearing a blue jacket with dark
Today is a special day, we are at the halfway point in the Oregon Trail. When I woke up at 5:00 AM, I said to myself “Good morning” and I got dressed, crouching, trying to not hit the top of the tent. Then I walked out of the tent and I grabbed one of the guns. I got some ammunition and went hunting. It was a good morning for hunting.
Have you ever snowboarded? Have you ever gone off a ramp while snowboarding? Have you ever hurt yourself snowboarding? Well I have done all three of them and now I have a broken leg because of it. Now I will tell you how I got hurt from the beginning.New year's morning we were at our aunt's house because we (me and my brother) had spent the night.When we woke up our aunt told us that we were going sledding, So we grabbed the sleds and headed to the hill. As soon as we got there we hopped out, we grabbed the sleds and immediately raced up the hill. I had the first turn for a sled so I picked the snowboard, of course. As soon as I did my first push off I was already racing down the hill, But at about halfway down BAM!!! I biffed it but still it was great for my first time.
I was born and raised on snowmobiles. I remember times when I would fall asleep in front of my parents and, being able to ride by myself when I was 5 till now. All the trips my family has been on in four states and we are talking about going to the mountains this year. Being able to ride around here with all my friends see who can go the biggest jump.
I look outside and see the beautiful sun shining through my open window. I see the birds flying around and I smell the great spring smell that I always look forward to throughout winter. The birds are music to my ears as I continued to work on my math homework.
My morning always begins around seven o'clock when I am awakened by a sweet, gentle, little voice calling . . . "DADDY, I GO F'RIDE!" This is followed by a dainty smack of tiny lips on my cheek, then another smack of Mom's lips on my lips. A few minutes later, the front door slams shut and I slip back into a slumber. The next thing I hear (a few hours later) is the bloodcurdling, screaming caw of a pterodactyl about to swoop down and pluck me right out of my bed. Actually, it's only my alarm clock. I don't dare hit the snooze button, as I do not even want to hear that again.
Standing here with a whimsical look on my face, life feels magnificent, and it feels good to be alive watching the children playing in the snow with glowing red tipped noses and rosy cheeks there smiles telling a story of happiness and freedom to just be children unrestricted by the rules of the world below. Adults free of the troubles of everyday life with huge smiles enjoying the local culinary specialities like large bowls of hot delicious soup with great chunks of fresh bread.