Descriptive Essay About Skiing

At the age of twelve I started skiing. Not by choice, but because my grade was going and my mom thought it was an easy way to get out of teaching me herself. Well anyway, after that terrifying trip I loved it, and believe it or not, I

I started skiing when I was just five. I started taking lessons and really learning the basics when I was seven. When I first started skiing I did not enjoy it at all. I was cold, tired and did not like falling down. After many lessons and skiing on my own, I started to enjoy skiing more. I skied with friends and family a few times a year. The elementary school I attended offered a winter ski and snowboard program. Every Tuesday of every week from January to March my entire school would travel to King Pine Ski Resort in Madison, NH. We would take ski lessons offered at the mountain. During those years when I was able to leave school and be brought to this mountain and ski with friends was when I started to look at skiing less as hobby and more as a passion. Skiing was not just an

A long time ago, it was a man named Robert Harryson. Robert and his wife Ana lived a happy life with their 3 sons, Alex, Will and Ethan and the twin girls that soon will arrive. They had a good economy and a big house after Robert had sold a part of his big successful business. Everything was just perfect. When the family started to grow bigger they decided to hire a housemade, Sarah, so Robert and Ana could spend all their free time with their beloved children. A couple of month were going and then the twins Emily and Katie arrived. Their big brothers couldn't be happier over not just one, but two small babysisters!! The boys adore them and gave them a snowglobe that they had got from their grandmother.

Ever heard of snow tubing? Snow tubing is like extreme sledding. You are in a tube, and you et plunged down a large hill. It’s is very fun, but also quite dangerous. You should never stand up on your tube, while going down. You should not have more than one person in a rube, and wait until the person before you is out of the way before you go down. Avoiding these risks will keep you safe, sand you’ll still have tons of fun. Down to go snow tubing, you still need to wear the right gear. You will need a heavy coat, socks, snow pants, a long sleeved shirt, boots, gloves, a hat, and a scarf. These will keep you warm. Depending on how step the slope is, you’ll need a helmet as well. Now go have fun!

My background behind Nordic skiing is fairly simple. At the age of four, I was put on my first pair of nordic skis. My family does not have any relations to cross country skiing, besides touring around. At age six, I was signed up for my first race. I vaguely remember my first races as a child. I spent my childhood racing for a club team (Polar Bear Ski Club) and enjoyed racing in the Bill Koch (Olympian, 1976) League. I adored the sport and kept with it throughout my childhood

After calculating the fair value of Snowy Ridge’s assets it was necessary to test for impairment. Impairment was tested by comparing the carrying value of each asset to its fair value (see table 2). The carrying value of marketable securities as of June 30th was $4,500,000. The current fair value of marketable securities was found to be 4,565,000, a positive difference of$ 65,000. Changes in marketable securities are reported even without impairment, thus an adjustment was made (see table 3). The carrying value of the mountain division as of June 30th was $12,360,000. The current fair

I remember the first time I ever got on a board. I had to be at least 8 years old. It wasn’t even a real snowboard it was one of those flimsy plastic boards for backyarding on snow days. Once I got acquainted with the plastic board I finally went to the mountain with my cousin to shred on some real pow with a real board. I couldn’t have been happier.

I believe that every person should try snow skiing at least once. Snow skiing is a great activity with so many benefits, plus its really really fun! People of all ages can try it with the youngest person recorded being one year old. For me, skiing is the best sport out there and when I’m skiing it feels like I’m on another planet because everything is white from being covered with snow. Some days there is so much snow you can't even see in front of you. Those are the best days. It's such a great experience and I'll give you the motivators that keep me looking at the mountain peaks in July.

When the airplane arrived, we bored in about 15 minutes, and when we bored we all found our seats and one of us had to sit alone. The person who sat alone was my grandma because she went on many of flights and she didn’t want my brother and I sitting right next to a stranger. When, we were about to take off the wings had some snow and ice on them. It took the workers about an hour to get all of the snow/ice off. In the meanwhile it got hot in the airplane, and I went to the bathroom after waiting 5 minutes for someone to get out, and I started getting hungry.

That night started with my family taking a trip down the 91 freeway, it wouldn’t have been a trip on the 91 freeway without hitting traffic. I remember I had a feeling of uneasiness almost as if I was going to puke. We met up with

Throughout my life, I have been on quite the number of ski/snowboard trips and even though a lot of them have been in the same place it never gets old. I'd tell you about my first time going but I was only two years old so I don't remember, I guess you will have to be satisfied with the story of another time. Last December, I remember the long packing process and the boring drive to the hotel. My aunt and uncle along with my friend, Austin and my sister, Abby were in the vehicle with me. You could say the route to Hood River is somewhat scenic, but after traveling it countless time I couldn't help falling asleep for parts of it. While I wasn't asleep I was busy chatting with everyone in the vehicle which makes it feel shorter but it could never be short enough, I was already excited.

I looked up at the morning sky painted in hues of purple and pink. The crisp air tickled at my nose. I stood in front of the open passenger door of the truck while waiting for Jacob to give me further instructions. I found Jacob on one of those mountain-climbing adventure websites. He had the highest rating of all the Mountaineers featured.

It was a cold day, so cold that your arms start to sting as if a needle is impaling the surface of your skin. The wind applies a force which feels as if your face is oozing with thick crimson red blood. The gray puffy clouds covered the sky and dropped small snowflakes onto the road’s surface. A man stood there, freezing, clearing the coat of thick white snow from the concrete road. His nose runs with a river of snot that floods out when the cold wind strikes. His sense of smell is heavily clogged by the slimy snot, but he can still smell the scent of the steamy hot chocolate which sits on the top of his snow covered car. His feet start to numb because of the cold flood which soaks through his boots to his white, silky socks. His feet feel as if he stepped into the freezing cold ocean. As if he fell through ice and he was stuck standing there. The vast pile of the ice white snow feels almost like a quicksand around his black rubber boot. Foggy figures of people shovel the big piles of snow off the sidewalks. They scrape and pick at the glossy white ice which sticks to the sidewalk like a little boy clinging to his mother's side. His feet still sting as if he was stepping on pins and needles. His hands are damp with sweat from grasping the curved metal shaft attached to a socket which holds the blade. The blade cuts holes into the thick powdered snow which is removed from the endless pile. The jet black shovel is filled with slushy snow and crystal shards of ice. The end of

When the sun slowly peeps over the range of mountains, birds shake the morning dew off their feathers and give a cheerful song that would lift even the most sorrowful of spirits. A light fog wraps around the mountain range, reaching to touch every bit of life thriving there. The slight chill in the air is enough to give a gentle shiver, but not enough for the need of a jacket. A breeze tickles the trees, making their leaves shake and sway with laughter. Sunlight seeps in past the thick canopy of branches with hopes of being able to reach the damp mountain earth. The mountains are the best place to live to be relaxed, see the most beauty, and never get bored.

Over the summer, my family and I drove up to Maine in order to visit my grandpa and relax. For the past couple of years, my dad and I have planned a few days to go hiking. We got into hiking a couple of years ago when we first discovered Tumbledown Mountain. After our first hike together, we were entranced by the beauty of nature and peacefulness that we were eager to plan more. This became a tradition because my dad and I rarely get to spend a lot of time together due to our busy schedules.