Descriptive Essay About Skiing

The battle between skiing and snowboarding has been going on for years. Many loyal skiers and boarders have fought for their style of shredding the powder. This controversial topic has torn many friendships apart. Snowboarding participation fell 4.5 percent during the last five years, while skiing grew 6.7 percent, according to the National Ski Areas Association. Skiing is better than snowboarding because skiing is much easier to learn, skiers have more agility, and skiing is much safer.

I don’t know about you but I have never been surfing. (in the ocean ) My whole life I have surfed behind a boat. This is called wake surfing, it is where a boat tows you and there is a wave behind the boat and you can ride it. I am predicting from this poem that surfing is very hard, but once you get the hang of it you will progress fast. I can just imagine swimming all the way out to the ocean far enough to catch a good wave and by that time you might be tired. Once you find the perfect wave you swim towards it and turn around to ride the wave. As you are paddling very hard you stand up at the perfect time and carve into the wave to get some momentum. This is what I could imagine if I were surfing.

Do you like to downhill ski? Who doesn't like a little rush of adrenaline? It feels good! Skiing is a worldwide sport and pastime, but how much do you really know about it? My subtopics include: the history of skiing, who skied first, and the best places to ski. Journey into the whipping wind and flying snow to find out how and why skiing really started!

Falling over and over onto the dense sleet surface, with snow penetrating what’s left keeping you warm; your initial experience of snowboarding. Similar to other learning experiences, but perhaps not as harsh. Learning is a journey filled with challenges and sometimes failures. What determines the outcome is whether you can persevere and receive the everlasting reward of success. Learning is what you make of it, may it be learning to snowboard or applying it into the classroom setting. It will be an enriching skill you will be able to apply universally.

An interest, a hobby, or a lifestyle? Nordic skiing has put many tolls on my life. Through hard work and dedication; I have put myself in a position where not only would my application be incomplete without mentioning skiing, but my life would be unthinkable without it. To be a successful skier, there are many obstacles a person must overcome. Which all include an unimaginable prize to be won.

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

Cory Sorensen Paulson 6B English May 4, 2014 Synthesis Essay Snowboarding is a great way to stay in shape, relieve stress, and it floods one’s body with joy and happiness; and if something makes you happy, engage in it till it doesn’t bring happiness to you anymore. The benefits of snowboarding are exponential when it comes to the performance of your mental and physical capacity. Mentally, snowboarding triggers the parts of the brain that feel the sensation of being happy.

On February 27, 2014 , a bunch of my friends and I got together and went to Snow Ridge for my birthday to ski and snowboard. It was a Friday, so we all went up after school and we ate dinner and then started riding and skiing. As the sun goes down and the lights on the slope begin to warm up, we all start playing follow the leader. That's where the person that leads hits the jumps and boxes and you have to do the same trick they do. Everything was going smooth and we were all having fun and hitting the big air jump and the two 15 foot jumps. I was last in line of follow

It was a chilly Sunday afternoon with blue skies and all the makings for a good day of early season skiing on that fateful November afternoon. The day was winding down, the Broncos had just kicked off, and my friends and I had just leapt off the chairlift to embark on our last run of the day. All was well on the way down, a blur of orange jerseys rushing by as I sped down the mountain making the most of the last run of my day. Upon our final few turns of the afternoon, I found myself in a predicament that would later shape me into the person I am today.

Around seven years ago, my family and I would always go to Colorado. Most of the time we went with another family or we brought some of our friends, and that year we went with another family, the Egan’s. We were having a great time just like the multiple times before, and we were eating meals, playing ping pong, watching Forest Gump or Pokemon, and we skied. I had some experience skiing, but Aidan, my friend, had never really skied before.

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.

Trails of exhaust were propelled out of every single car in the bumper to bumper traffic, making the recirculation button a necessity. The dull roar of hundreds of people walking, talking, shouting, and blaring their car horns gradually blended into one unpleasant, continuous track that I was forced to listen to. Litter and cigarette butts pooled around gutters and lined the curbs, so I redirected my gaze upwards at the towering skyscrapers. I liked the view, so long as I kept my eyes above street level, and I supposed I liked the city, so long as I did not breathe in too deeply. I tried to appreciate nicer aspects of the busy city, but where I really wanted to be, was hiking somewhere in the mountains.

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.