I was so hyped that I finally learned Snowboarding. After all those years only going on small hills on my heel edge, I finally was doing toe edge. We went up the hill for a couple of more runs, and just like you already know we got on the chairlift and put on our bindings once we got off. We went all the way to the right side of the hill and carved down the soft snow. While I was going down, my board hit a small ice ball and my board caught an edge and I landed hard on my butt.
Slopestyle is a snowboarding course with a wide variety of obstacles ranging from rails, terrains, and slopes of course. (“Breaking down the PyeongChang 2018 Olympic Slopestyle Course.”)I would love to tell you all about slopestyle but I figured that would get a little too lengthy. So I have picked three of many thing to tell you about slopestyle. First I’ll tell you about Jamie Anderson, a famous Olympic Snowboarder. Then you’ll learn all about the history of the Slopestyle in the Olympic Games, and finally I’ll take you on a tour of
Then we went onto the lift and snow started falling little by little. The scariest part was sliding off the lift, but it was also fun. My dad taught me the three basics of skiing, stopping, slowing down, and turning. At the time we went was pretty early, so there was a scarce of people, because it was a lot icier than other days. We then took a short break, went skiing for a little more and topped the day off with a good nights sleep.
Every year the day after school ends in May, my dad, my brothers, and I go camping in Colorado in the Rocky Mountains. We usually go for a week (7days), and work 2 or 3 days. Our work usually consists of clearing undergrowth and brush, digging up junipers, picking up aspen and fir tree deadfall, along with many many other things. My favorite part of the trip is when we load up and leave camp to go to the Great Sand Dunes for the day. There, we rent sandboards (snowboards for sand) and sleds to ride down the dunes on.
The second time I did not do as well as the first. After about seven minutes, I wiped out, which again, felt like jumping off a bus. I decided that it was awesome and I would definitely try again. After we did this a couple more times they took us back to our camp site. One of our leaders said we could go out and do slalom skiing while he and one other kid packed up the camp site.
My first trip to Tibet was decided during a conversation with my boyfriend at that time concerning my feelings after a car accident. Bruno told me I really had to join the group he was guiding the next month. “You only have to care about the papers. Leave the rest to me.” That meant I said yes to travel to a remote place with a man I still didn’t know much about, being still with pain and in the worst shape of my life, wearing trekking boots he took from his sponsor and happened to be one size smaller and wearing also his clothes two sizes bigger and not enough for what we were going to experience. We arrived in Kathmandu, flew in a small aircraft to Simikot and started the trekking following the Karnali river —thought the ancient Salt Route—, from Upper Humla and crossing the border to Tibet.
Keep in mind he was a “professional” and was supposed to guide the group. Even after being seven people down the rest of the group continued to climb up the mountain. They did not turn back until the weather got worse, on their way down they were caught in a complete blizzard where visibility was almost completely gone. At this point they made the decision to make a snow cave shelter. They managed to survive the night and the next morning a student and professional mountaineer hiked for 16 hours until they found help.
When introduced with this assignment, I instantly wanted to picked my parents due to them being of an older generation. However, they’re two hours away so instead I begged my significant other, Codey, to be my guinea pig. In order to convert this assignment into a work out adventure together, Codey and I travelled to Mission Peak. This hike incorporated different leg work outs and arm raises with weights. Finally, we ended with various arm stretches while walking back to our vehicle with a debate of who was showering first based on who sweated the most.
Neither of us were excellent skiers so we had stuck to green and blue trails. It was truly breathtaking, skiing down the mountain, the air was fresh, even though the high altitude made breathing a bit harder. And the hundreds of pine trees had dusting of snow on each of them. My brother and I were so caught up in our surroundings we didn’t realize we had taken a wrong turn, leading us down a black diamond trail. There’s no turning back when skiing, so when my brother and I realized our mistake we had to keep moving one, albeit slowly.
The flight from Kathmandu, which takes around forty-five minutes, passes over the fertile middle hills, with their scattered villages and terraced fields, with an amazing panorama of the high Himalaya as a backdrop. Before long the mountains close in and you are sweeping down to land at the gateway to Everest-Lukla. Situated high above the banks of the Dudh Koshi river, which carries the melt water from Everest, Lukla provides a range of services, including accommodation but most trekkers will choose to start trekking as soon as they arrive and use Lukla as a final destination on their