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.

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.

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.”

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

He ate a quick Frosted Flakes breakfast, then ran up to his room to get dressed. 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.

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. MELTING AWAY!?!

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. My

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 deal of a lifetime jumped up at me.

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.

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. I had glass seats for Brodeur’s first game as a Blue. Along with being at that game, I was at Martin Brodeur’s last game ever. If he had publicly announced that he would be retiring I am sure that the tickets would have been much more expensive and I would not have been able to go.

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.

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.