Descriptive Essay On Skiing

I remember the trip like it was yesterday. It was the summer time on 2012, and it was very hot like summertime usually are. We took the trip 5 weeks before August because that was when I started school. The trip was for my mom, and aunts birthday because they like to celebrate their birthdays together every since they were younger. Their birthdays are close by each other, but not in the same month, and my grandma would always celebrate their birthdays together, so they stuck with that. The trip was planned for my mom, aunt, big cousins, and all of their kids to go, and we would go out to waterparks, and

The most memorable trip my family has ever taken would be our trip to Disney World. My family and I have went to Disney three times, each time we have went I've had the best time of my life. Nothing could make me feel the way going to Disney with my family does. At Disney I have made memories that will last a lifetime. From the memories on the drive down to Florida to the memories we make while we are there. I remember the very first time I went, you can ride a ferry boat to get to Disney. We decided to ride over on the ferry instead of the monorail, just riding on the ferry was a different, and great experience from the rest.

During the summer my mom and dad decided to go visit our aunt who we really don't see that much so mom asked how would you like to go see your aunt francis for a few days and go to six flags while we are up there for a few days My sister and I both said yeah real quick to that idea .so within an hour we were on our way on the interstate heading towards atlanta . when we got there we settled

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.

My family has gone on many vacations, but the vacation to Cancun over Thanksgiving is the one I will always remember. My grandma took our whole family on a vacation to Cancun. There were many interesting events that took place on this trip that I will always remember. Every morning waking up to the amazing view of the ocean with the waves roaring to shore. We would spend our days hanging out by the pool and riding the massive waves at the beach. Playing basketball in the pool with the family is a circus trying to score.

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

We left after my parents got off work one night. Our camper was all packed and we were ready to set off on our journey to New Mexico. Before we got to New Mexico we had to make a stop at my dad's cousin's hose to get the jet ski and then we were on our way to Ute Lake. We finally got there late that night.

Have you ever been on a vacation? Although I have not been on an enormous amount of vacations, but I have been on a few. Of the four to five vacations I have been on, the most favorable trip I have ever been on was when I was seven years old and my family went to Colorado. There, we explored the nearby towns, went dirt-biking, went on a train, and had some mishaps. We also stopped at some amazing places on the way there, including a huge museum in Kansas City.

This year, during Spring break my family and I ventured to California, the land of Starbucks and In-N-Out Burger. Our trip started out at Sea World, and my younger brother insisted we go to the Shark Encounter exhibit. Once we arrived my parents let my brother

Do you ever have a dream where you’re falling, and it feels so real that your body wakes you up? Well this was not a dream. I was falling, and there was no bed for me to wake up in.

Fresh white snow falling from the sky, hitting my face as i walk through the bumpy road losing my mind. As walking through the road i look up to the sky and a bright light shines through my eyes. All of sudden i come back to reality,the flash of light was the street light while i was walking towards our red truck covered with snow. At the same time i'm walking and waving goodbye to my relatives from the small party they just had for their little daughter. Of course my parents taking long saying their goodbyes waiting by the door of the house. Suddenly, i hear my older sister, Yizel.

Ski Patrol rode up with us coincidentally. When we got of i immediately fell, I wasn't used to riding with only one foot in. About 5 more rides later my brother was ready to ride the lift with me and my friend. I never really found out the kids name I just called him dude and stuff like that, Normal stuff 10 year olds call each other. The third day was really fun, my friend didn't come because he got hurt at the end of the second day. My mom wanted to be able to talk to us while we were on the mountain, so she bought walkie-talkies and earbuds that had microphones on it so that we could talk to each other and me and my brother could tell each other if we got separated or lost. This happened one time he went up the wrong lift without me and i had to find him on my way down. We were getting really good for our first time. We started trying the blues and were going pretty slow. At the end of the weekend it was time to go home. At 4:00 the lifts shut down and we changed into comfortable clothes and drove home. The next morning I was really sore and bruised up from all the falls. We later went back to another resort named Cataloochee. This time I took a friend by the name of

Last summer, I went to Chicago with all my distant family on my dads side. We stayed in a huge house by Chicago in Bloomingdale, Illinois. We stayed for a week and went shopping, played games together, swam in the pool at the house, and relaxed in the hot tub. It was super fun to be around my family all week.

It was a cold morning in February.Not to mention it was Valentine's Day. A fresh blanket of snow glistened as the sun rose higher up into the sky. My sister had told me that there was a fresh snow outside, as she was telling me, I slowly got out of bed for breakfast. I remember the smell of warm pancakes hanging around the air. I walked into the kitchen seeing Mom making her fluffy homemade pancakes, Madison asked me if I wanted to play in the snow. I told no because I didn’t like the cold. But after an hour of nagging, I finally caved and told her I would go. I put my oversized coat that made me look like I was a marshmallow. As Madison and I went outside, a gush of freezing cold wind blew into our faces. My eyes immediately started to water to water. It felt like I walked into the world largest freezer. We walked down the snow covered porch then onto the ground. I picked up some of the powdery snow and just looked at it. Looking to see all the individual snowflakes. My sister wanted to make a snow fort and asked if I could get the snow shovel out of the back of the truck. I picked up the shovel looking at it’s sharp blade like edges. Madison had piled all of the snow for her fort. She had threw a snowball at me and I laughed. I bent down to pick up a snowball to throw back at her. When I stood back up, the unexpected had happened. Madison had hit me with the sharp edge of the shovel into my face. I blacked out for a couple of seconds. When I woke back up, I saw the blood

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