Someone says, “Are you ok?” I nod yes and they ski away. I look like Frosty the Snowman coming out of a blizzard in a ski parka. I have learned that sometimes you have to risk getting yourself hurt to save other people from harm. However, I also learned that it is really fun to fly through the air on my snowboard. Avoiding those skiers has allowed me to experience something I would have never done otherwise.
But the meain seosan when all people would deffinetly get there is winter because many peole are passsioaned about skiing and snowboarding or just having a ejoyable time with their families. Do you skii or snowboard? One of my very very passionable thing to do is snowboarding. Long time ago when I didn’t how to snowboard I would just look there and think about the montion and the coldness that people get while they skii down the mountain. Always wanted to try.
The thought that Brian always had was that he was “going to die”. The plane went into a glide a very fast glide, suddenly there were no lakes. However the turn cost him big time, the nose was just above the water. The plane was slowly starting to fly slower, and slower. However he ends up landing the plane.
Once, I was a little snowflake on top of a mountain. Life was good on Aspen Mountain with the exception of being trampled by skiers. Until one day when a skier wipes out on top of me. As he was falling, Me and my brothers were swept into the man's jacket. Most of my brothers tumbled out as the man stumbled for his Ski poles but I was stuck.
The day I went across the country to snowboard in the Rocky Mountains for the first one is one I will never forget. I can recall the cool winds blowing at the mountain’s peak; the tranquil sound of my board slicing through the snow, and the exhilarating rush of adrenaline that coursed through my veins as I glided along the Canyons’ slopes. I can vividly remember the most memorable day of my life. It all started on a cool January morning in Park City, Utah. I woke up that morning and pulled back the curtains of my two-bedroom condominium and gazed up at the Canyons, a massive stretch of ski runs slicing through the wild mountain.
I believe it is this because Jon Krakaeur flashes back to before the climb, during the climb, and after the climb. In the book, Krakaeur shows examples before the climb like on page 156, “At 1 a.m., thirty miles east of Rawlins, the strain of the day caught up to me.” He shows examples during the climb when he says “For two days I slogged steadily up the glacier without incident, congratulating myself for discovering such a clever path to the Thumb.” And he also shows examples of after the climb when he says, “ The euphoria, the overwhelming sense of relief, that had initially accompanied my return to Petersburg faded, and an unexpected melancholy took its place.” on page
Through the windows, I feel the cool snow breathing on my neck. “Here we are! Loveland Ski Resort,” Mr. Dugan, the bus driver shouted across the intercom. My friends and I heard the sound of the emergency brake being set, and we hopped out of our seats. “Oh boy does that feel good.” I said to my best friend, Ashley, as I stretched out my body.
Tiny children and wholesome families gathered on the slopes to learn. As I sat in the lodge putting on my gear I noticed the line forming at the chairlift. My anticipation started to grow as more and more people gathered at the foot of the hills. It was a line of people whom I knew were way better than I was, considering it was only my first time and I had no one to teach me. I was self taught, because my parents didn’t know the first thing about snowboarding or skiing.
Of the men, sixteen were killed, all of whom affected by the avalanche were Nepalis. Even if one does successfully make it up the slope, the view is no longer appealing to many, due to the large clusters of other mountaineers already up the peak.
However, it was the spirit of the flight that counted. During the winter, the swings became too slippery to safely swing on, so we had to use tall snow banks to drop off of. We would slip our way to the top, make a nest of broken sticks and snow, then ‘fly’ away to find more materials. This, too, resulted in bruises and sore ankles. When at home, I would do ‘such important jobs’, as my Mum put it, such as bringing wood in for our fireplaces, filling the cat food, and shoveling away snow.
The first time I went to the weight room in the winter we had to max out. I was nervous and my heart was pounding out of my chest as if I were having a heart attack. I had to clean, bench, and squat. I started with squat and I was happy with my weight. Second was bench and it was my least favorite lift.