Snowmobiling: A Short Story

It was a huge house made of wood with glass around the house which gave it a feel of a old but contemporary house. Looking out of the house we saw the town and also saw the mountain that we would be skiing the next day. I remember looking over at my brother and having a very great excitement over my face. We had already gotten our ski clothes and lift passes ready the night before. We were ready to climb the Snow Bird mountain.

As I was heading down the steep hill, I crashed into my brother and we started descending down at least 20 feet, he got mad at me but I laughed it off because the both of us didn’t get hurt. I got up and starting gliding through the snow, it feels like I’ve never gone that fast on land. The wind was rushing past my face while I was sliding and turning. My experience snowboarding was one of the most fun things I’ve ever done. In the middle of the run there was a fork in the snow, it either lead to a black diamond run or a blue run.

It was the first good snow of the season, and my friends and I were up with the sun. Our cabin was now full of the smell of coffee brewing, bacon sizzling, and the fresh mountain air. I sat on the lazy boy recliner and checked the snow and weather reports, “all clear!” I shouted to my friends, Nate and Charles, who were just finishing up breakfast. We were all fulfilled with eagerness to get to the slopes. It felt like forever since the last snowboarding season.

When we actually arrived in New Mexico, we spent a day the base camp at Philmont. We met our ranger who would be staying with us for a few days. We also learned how to deal with wildlife in the backcountry. Some of the animals that we could encounter were black bears, turkey, deer, rattlesnakes and mountain lions. The next morning we left, this may

“Actually, that is exactly what I am going to do, and it will be called snow,” stated Pogoda. That is exactly what he did. He did not just only make it snow a little bit, it snowed so much that it was up to Bartholomew 's eyes. “This is terrible, all my crops are destroyed, all my animals are dead and I can not get out of my house,” cried Bartholomew. “I think I can do it, if I ration the amount of food I have, I think I can make it through however long this takes.” Bartholomew, rationed his food to very small amount until he had none left.

We trained from the beginning of cross country season in the fall, all the way through to indoor track in the winter. We worked every day after school. Usually, in order to advance to regions, one must compete in the conference meet, but with the small number of indoor teams in the area all teams automatically advance to regions. The week of regions rolled around and the weather was awful. The forecasts predicted snow on the day of the meet, so the officials decided to

Then he ran back downstairs to feel how the weather was outside. Of course, it was freezing cold. So cold, he thought he lived at the North Pole. As the bus came to a stop at his house, he ran outside to hop on to the bus. He thought in his head that was one more day closer to the end of the year.

Most of my brothers tumbled out as the man stumbled for his Ski poles but I was stuck. I was consumed With panic, praying somehow, someway I would get out before I melt. As the man started to ski down the mountain again, I started to feel the heat. Boiling, sizzling, searing heat which I have never felt before, and don’t want to ever feel again. A weird sensation began to set in, like I was melting away.

I then yawned before surrendering out of my bed. Sprite was my child. Every night that I return home from work, Sprite immediately greets me with warm kisses and a helicopter tail. We went to the dog park every Saturday morning followed by the food market, and whatever else was on the agenda for that day (normally just cleaning or relaxing at home). Sprite never left my side, and even some days, when I got up the courage to ask, I would ask my boss if I could bring Sprite into work with me.

They cannot support themselves or their families, and so can’t even envision being able to engage in nearly any activity they fantasize. It all started two years ago when I heard my church was having a mission trip to Minneapolis, Minnesota and we would be going to the Mall of America. It was the crack of dawn, but I was already wide awake and ready to go. I had been counting down the days until our mission trip to Minneapolis. Never before had I been to a major amusement park, and all I had to do was a little charity.

The very first day of deer season my uncle wakes me up at a very early hour. He then informs me I will be sitting in my own deer stand about half of a mile from the shack. I first bundle up in a sweatshirt, wool socks, orange bibs and an orange coat. Then I start walking to the deer stand. Mother nature seemed to want to punish all hunters on this day because the

Many of the hockey games I have been to have been memorable, but a couple of other experiences also stand out. My dad had bought tickets for us to go to the game on the night of my 16th birthday. Later that day he was offered tickets from a company that does contracting work for him. They were seats on the glass. Just sitting in the first row alone was exhilarating; however, the Blues had just signed the legendary goalie Martin Brodeur who was starting his first game for the team that night.

Last summer I went camping Silver Lake.I went with my brother,sister,dad and,mom. It took 4 hours to get there.It 's up north by Lake Michigan. We unpacked when we got there. When we were there we went to michigan adventures.It took over 10 minits in every line.My favorit ride was all the roller coasters.The water rides were also my favorit.Its time to go home my mom said. On the way back to the campsite we stopped for food.All of a sudden the car started shaking.We got a flat tire.We had to find out how to fix the problem.

Imagine cutting and hauling 100 to 150 pound logs in the cold and rain for hours and hours that takes lots of grit. My brother and I offered to help some friends cut wood for winter. So, after school, we hopped on the bus and started our 30 minute journey to the country. We arrived at the house and noticed how dreary and cold it was getting. A long wait ensued for our friend’s dad to get home from work so we could hook up the trailer and get the equipment rounded up.

It was hard to believe I was headed to University of Michigan to watch the Wolverines play Akron in football. It was my first time going to the Big House. Our tickets came late, we had to print off four copies to get in . We got there so early we tailgated with some students. Then went to buffalo wild wings for drinks and to use the bathroom before we went in the stadium.