“Come one, man; don’t be a chicken. It’ll be fun.” However, I knew that it would be nowhere near to fun.
“Oh…. All right. I’ll go, Chad,” I said, knowing in the back of my mind that it was not the right decision. Nonetheless, I pulled down my goggles, buckled up my helmet, and hopped on the dreaded lift headed straight for Jupiter Bowl, Park City. The lift seemed to never stop, like running through an endless Labyrinth blindfolded. The winds whipped up a few nerve-wracking gusts, causing the snow to drift and tickle my nose as the flakes past by. However, I made it through to the end, and I looked over the mountains in the distance and let the sun’s rays fill my eyes with relief; yet I still felt that it was all a mirage, and that it was just the calm weather before the storm.
I skied off toward the left next to a white snow bank to wait for Chad to follow. He told me to keep moving and I did so. We reached the entrance to Jupiter Bowl soon after and I reluctantly looked down to see what was below. I went first (as always). I rounded the first of many turns around the never-ending moguls just as my ski caught on a tiny shrub hidden by the snow; I slid down the trail, looking more foolish than ever, losing every piece of my equipment, causing my face to get mauled by the sticky snow, like bees on honey. Ever so slightly, I was able to dodge the rocks and small trees at the last second, screaming in fear all the while. I was able to halt as I dug my pole into the snow, ceasing all movement except for the tiny avalanche above. I stopped about three feet away from the cliff warning sign. After catching my breath and collecting myself, I looked up at the beast; it’s mouth wide open, full of jagged teeth and...
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... its moose noise and followed, sprinting.
I skied like never before, feeling the wind on my bare face and the rush of my blood running from my head to my toes and back again. It was almost fun, dodging out of the way of trees and throwing the pursuing moose off balance. The bottom came into sight and I yelped with joy in my head, squeezing my fists. Thirty Feet…Fifteen Feet…5-4-3…. I made it down without a scratch on my body, besides the bear claw on my back, only to be awaited by the ski patrol heading onto the mountain for their early, early run check. Without asking a thing, I headed on the lift in a heartbeat and went in the opposite way of Jupiter Bowl at the top and skied to my house on the mountain. I went inside and washed my back and bandaged the blood and scars with a lightly wrapped mess of paper towels and dishrags; I then just had to go for a hot tub.
Memories, with or without context, play a key role as plot devices in both Away from Her and “Bear Came Over the Mountain.” Used to provide context for their only semi-chronological story lines, memories in the story and movie alike give solid glimpses of the past that allow the plot to move forward. One of the most prominent memories, in both the story and the movie, and certainly the clearest of the latter, is the section in which Grant and Fiona go on a walk/ski in a park. The differences between the scene and the passage are substantial, ranging from difference in message to difference in visuals. This section is an excellent example of the drastic differences sometimes found in adaptations, and allows for the presentation of a case for
The cold chill was blazing on me and my shoe gently began to pull out a tear. I thought about Candy and the other guys. Hopefully, I made the right choice. The sun came down and I ended up in a deserted river. Slowly, I began to regain where I was, and I opened my eyes in disbelief.
The drive to cross the Kentucky border had taken hours and hours of strenuous patience to finally arrive in another state. The view was by far country like as hints of cow manure could be smelled far from a distance. We drive through small towns, half the size of our hometown of Glen Ellyn had been the biggest town we've seen if not smaller. The scenery had overwhelmed us, as lumps of Earth from a great distance turned to perfectly molded hills, but as we got closer and closer to our destination the hills no longer were hills anymore, instead the hills had transformed to massive mountains of various sizes. These mountains surrounded our every view as if we had sunken into a great big deep hole of green pastures. Our path of direction was seen, as the trails of our road that had followed for numerous hours ended up winding up the mountainous mountains in a corkscrew dizzy-like matter.
The novel “The Violent Bear it Away” initiates when Francis Marion Tarwater, an orphan boy, is only fourteen and who Mason Tarwater, his great uncle, passed away at the age of eighty four. Francis wants to bury him and begins to excavate a hole. As he is doing this he is reminded about a day that is great uncle talked to him about his own parents and how they died in a car crash when he was born and how he had saved him from growing up with his uncle George Rayber, a schoolteacher who had taken Francis to the backwoods to coach him to become a prophet and get him back. He had married his social worker and had a dump child. Mason would teach Francis to act crazy so the social worker could demand for him to go to school. As Francis digs the hole he debates whether or not he should consider his great uncle. Francis gets himself very drunk in the woods while the black man buries the old man. The black man, Buford Munson, hands him his liquor and francis burns the house with the body inside. He leaves and heads to the city to try to find his uncle George accompanied with
A park ranger and I skinned the bear and examined it for clues to its unusual behaviour, and this behaviour was not normal as by far most grizzlies live in wilderness areas and do their best to stay away from people. In his fine book, Bear Attacks: Their Causes and Avoidance, Steve (who was with us during the skinning) provided the results of our examination. Steve sent me one of the bear’s canines for a souvenir and a premolar for ageing (we could have used an incisor as that tooth has a larger cementum pad thus providing clearer annuli); [just a note of interest; using the premolar, grizzlies are much harder to age than black bears; potentially related to a somewhat shorter period of hibernation or differences in diet]. I aged the bear; the 10-year-old male (plus or minus one year) was in excellent condition with four inches of fat along the back and over the rump. But, this magnificent bear had become habituated to garbage from a small-fenced holding area either by climbing the fence as the black bears were doing or
My legs ache from this long, treacherous hike. As I walk up the rocky, steep trail, my feet start to slip, but I regain balance before I fall. I shiver from the extremely cold temperatures, and my body starts to go numb. Soon I realize, my body can not take this hike for much longer. When I find a nice place to rest and make camp, I pray that there are no bears or other predators that are looking for a feast. Just as I was about to get some sleep, I hear a loud noise, coming from the mountains. I look over and see an avalanche coming down straight towards me. I grab all my stuff and start running the other way, trying my hardest to get away from the rocks tumbling towards me. This extreme place is located in the Rocky Mountain Range, and is the highest point in Colorado and the rocky mountain range.Mount Elbert has an impact on animal's, temperature, and the steepness and extremeness of the mountain.
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
The story of the bear chase is one that has been told innumerable times and welcomes investment. Michael Rosen's We're Going on a Bear Hunt is his variant of the chase. Like the customary story, the content is combined and dull; permitting kids to partake
We continued down the infinitely long interstate towards our destination. Thunder clouds continued to rumble in, like an ocean tide rolling closer and closer to the beach front. Within minutes the entire landscape was calm and dark. It looked like a total eclipse of the sun, and the once ...
...I jumped on the boulder and there I stood one jump away from gaining back my popularity. Looking at the cold ice had already given me shiver. I counted to three and jumped, I had broken the ice feet first. Beneath the ice was dark and extremely cold. I wasn’t able to see anything; I was frightened that I wouldn’t find my way back. It was an unusual feeling, like time had stopped and everything was moving slow. I ran out of breath and eventually found my way back. The whole school assumed that I had died from coldness and wouldn’t come back up. After warming up, it was the new kids turn to jump. Everyone waited but he couldn’t jump he choked. I was glad and proud of myself for overcoming my anxiety. The quote by Amit Ray really inspired me and will never be forgotten: “If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, live in the moment, live in the breath.”
All that was behind me was my bag laid in the snow and a set of tire tracks leading out of the dark gates. I scurried back down the few steps to grab my luggage and head back up, trying not to seen my Davis, who would surely scold me for such a minute waste of time. The suit case was hard and cold, practically frozen from its short ride in the un-heated trunk. Lifting the suitcase above my head made my wrists exposed to the wind’s torrent. The freezing temperature was too unbearable, so once the heavy metal doors slid open with the pass of a key card I raced in and tossed my bag onto the floor.
The theme of spirituality runs throughout The Bear as Ike explores the religion of Nature with the aid of Sam and Old Ben as his mentors, eventually securing his initiation through his realization of corruption in civilization. Ike gradually progresses in his respect for Nature, differentiating him from the other hunters who have not seen the bear because as they refuse to accept and atone for mankind’s sins. First, when Ike seeks out the bear, Old Ben, in the forest by himself, he finally surrenders the objects of civilization that “…for nine hours he had fended the wilderness off…” (Faulkner 14) after realizing that they had inhibited him from seeing the Bear. Through Ike’s realization, Faulkner suggests that that modern civilization does
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.
The Polar Bear is a huge and powerful animal, they are also the top predators in the Arctic and the world's largest land living carnivore. But sadly there is not so many of Polar Bears that live in the Arctic for it is found to be an endangered spies. Polar Bears are endangered/ threatened due to the burning fossil fuels such as coal and oil releasing high amounts of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere. Carbon dioxide is a greenhouse gas that traps the sun's energy and causes the Earth’s climate to get warmer. Without these greenhouse gases Earth would be too cold for life to survive, but the huge amount of carbon dioxide being release is all caused by human activates pushing the Earth's climate out of balance. This climate change has causes the Arctic’s temperature to almost rise twice as fast as the average global temperature. This has already effected the Arctic today. The ways these rising temperatures are affecting the polar bear by interfering with their habitats and there hunting in the sea. Due to this polar bears have to swim farther just to find ice platforms from which they...
This area of the world is so foreign to my Oklahoma life; it infuses me with awe, and with an eerie feeling of being strongly enclosed by huge mountains, and the mass of tall trees. However, when my foot first steps onto the dusty trail it feels crazily magical. The clean, crisp air, the new smell of evergreen trees and freshly fallen rain is mixed with fragrances I can only guess at. It is like the world has just taken a steroid of enchantment! I take it all in, and embrace this new place before it leaves like a dream and reality robs the moment. As I turn and look at my family, I was caught by my reflection in their impressions. The hair raising mischief in the car was forgotten and now it was time to be caught up in this newness of life. It was as if the whole world around us had changed and everyone was ready to engulf themselves in it. The trickling of water somewhere in the distance and the faint noise of animals all brought the mountains to