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 the 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
I stepped off of the minuscule plane at about 6:00 pm, and I quickly waited in the frigid cold for my bags to be unloaded. I'd been begging my mom for a trip to Lake Clark in Port Alsworth, Alaska ever since 4 years ago when she told me the story how she read about the parks establishment on December 2nd, 1980 when she was only 10 years old. She told me about the history of the Athabascan people who had made Lake Clark their home so many years ago. My mother also told me about the icy flowing waters and the diverse group of animals who make Lake Clark their home. I've been looking forward to coming to this beauty for the past 3 months ever since my mom had finally agreed to let me go.
But at the end i'm finally able to go on a family trip. Two days have passed every day has been more and more exciting for my brother and I. My brother was so excited one day that he was already in the car because he thought that we were already heading to the airport. The night that we were leaving we had to wake up at 3:00 in the morning.
Sitting in the car I saw the sign that read “Canada Next Exit- Ottawa, Toronto, Montreal.” The car turned left and the bridge came into sight; I felt nervous of what lay across the calm and icy St. Lawrence River. I was about to leave America for the very first time and be in a place with different customs, and different beliefs, a place that wasn't home. I played hockey for a youth team in my town and the league was set up so half the teams were American and the other half was Canadian. So hockey is what ultimately brought me to Canada for the very first time.
-- It's not the first time we've seen snow this season, but it is the first time Buffalo's gotten enough to hop on a snowmobile. "Fluffy snow that's not really icy, so you could have control," said Nick W. as he took a break from riding his snowmobile. Others caught a different kind of ride. Tuesday was the first time the Schumacher family's been sledding this year. They picked the hill behind Southside Elementary.
My dad has always loved skiing, so naturally I have too. I learned in fifth grade and ever since then it has become a tradition to go skiing all the time; specifically on New Years Day. Since I have been skiing for almost four years now I’m adept, or at least decent. Normally, if it was just my dad and I we would be going to the top of the mountain to brave the blacks, but my
Skiing has always put me at ease, I loved the feeling of zooming past trees while the cold, Colorado air hit my face. I have been skiing since I was nine years old, and it has since then become an annual trip. The third skiing trip my family took was when I was eleven, in Telluride, Colorado. On the second day of skiing, my older brother, Neill, and I took the ski lift near the top of the mountain and decided to ski all the way down.
I thought everything out and my mom and I would go to my grandma’s house on Christmas eve stay there till Christmas day then leave that night. That way I could be back the next day. This Christmas eve the procrastination was strong and I saved all my wrapping for that day so we did all the wrapping and proceed to go to grandmas house. Long car ride puts me to sleep so I fell asleep on the way up
My family had lived in Michigan for a few years now. As usual, my family decided to go to Minnesota for Valentine 's Day week. As we packed and got ready, I remembered all the fun times I had when my family visited friends earlier times. The church potlucks, the ice rinks, the YMCA, all fun activities we used to do with friends and family there. We left early in the morning to get the long eight-hour trip over.
I’m a city girl. I love the variety of people, the bright lights, and the spectacular buildings that tower overhead. So, you can imagine my surprise when my parents informed me that I’d be spending the summer with my aunt, uncle, and cousin in a large town in Texas. The last time my cousin Tamara came to visit me, she told me about the beautiful scenery around the state. She explained how she often goes to rodeos with her parents.
1. 2.X 2.X 3.X 4.X 5.X 6.X 7.X 8.X 9.X 10.X The cold breeze came upon me, as I was looking down the slope, sitting on the soft sheet of snow and repeating in my mind I will succeed, then I was gone like a Ferrari going full speed in a race. At December 27, 2016, we were on the highway on Emmitsburg, MD on our way to Liberty Ski Resort to snowboard and ski for 8 hours.
Every year, my family goes on a snowmobile trip with my friend Aftyn’s family in Spearfish, South Dakota. About two years ago, we drove out for our trip as usual. The first day was super fun. We stopped at Four Corners, a fun hill to climb, and we did lots of racing. The second day was a little more eventful.
I originally thought spending thirty minutes outside alone without any technology, friends, or distractions was going to be extremely difficult for me. I do not consider myself an outdoor kind of person. So when I first read the assignment I did not really want to do it. I decided since I had to do this I would go some place that is really nice in hope that it would make it easier for me to tolerate being there. I went to Lake Wauberg here at the University of Florida.
“Dad, can we, can we, can we?” that is what my brother and I have been asking our dad for the past two days that our family has been the lake house. I’m not just talking about my parents and my brother and I, I mean the whole Sauer family, Uncle Craig, Uncle Shane, Grandma, Grandpa, our cousins Lexine, Cassidy, and molly. Yeah, the whole Sauer family, but that’s not important.