Descriptive Essay On Skis

The swirling wind deposited my hair into a disarray on top of my head. My legs and feet were sore from the constant hiking and my back ached from the cumbersome backpack. The discomfort was pushed into the back of mind because in just a few more steps, I would summit another mountain. Although it may seem illogical, my interest in hiking started before I could even walk. When I was still quite young, I remember being put into a child carrier on my dad’s back, my head bobbing in rhythm to his steps. I am told that sitting in that backpack is the quietest I had ever been, as I was enraptured by the passing trees give way to the sunny slopes of the alpine. Upon learning how to walk, I began to pester my parents to free me from the prison that was the child carrier, and ever since then, hiking has become one of my favorite hobbies. My parents have since fostered my love for hiking, as I have had the good fortune of being able to travel all over the world including to Austria, Iceland, and Utah.

Driving to school brings thoughts of stress and anxiety to my mind, only thinking of when papers are due, or when the next test is; almost as if I’m a different person. Knowing that the mountain will always be there helps me get through the day. Precedence dictates that I have to act a certain way, as if I’m top dog to keep my rep up. It’s not just me though seeing how everyone acts, most people are trying to be someone else to impress my cohorts. Riding up on the plush snow is how I wanna live, only wishing I could feel that back in the glossy passages of high

We were all encouraged to choke down as much food as possible. Any kind of energy was essential. A melancholy atmosphere hung heavy as the journey progressed. Minutes walking slowly progressed into hours, the sky seemed to darken steadily. All of us were oblivious to the danger shrouded by the dim evening. Only moments after scaling a rather steep ledge did nature dice to turn sour. A deafening rumble made each climber perk up. Snow began to descend at an alarming rate. Thunder began to mic the steady beating of a drum, causing more concern among the ranks of climbers. The powdery snow became more of a risk than ever, climbing under pressure and leaving nothing to stand on. Third base was more than three hours away. Three hours wasn't possible at the rate. Snowfall this bad could be detrimental to the climb’s success. Snow obscured vision and numbed faces. Shouts and orders deemed lost in the screaming wind; people’s figure became shapeless blurs frantically shifting, hoping if they struggled against the wind hard enough, they might find someone. Of course, this was to no avail. Not a single person doubted their demise would come at this point: the stakes were high and no-one could play too well against Mother Nature. The snow crept up to knee-level, making it harder and harder to travel. Death and I were face-to-face. To some, they couldn't bare the idea of dying up here; they had families and friends, children who need parents and

The greasy scent of cheap burgers and fries wafted into the car as we pulled into the parking lot of a Wendy’s, right in the heart of who-knows-where, East Tennessee. I couldn’t contain my excitement as I rushed my 12-year-old self out of the minivan and into the palace of grease. Clad in ratty sweatpants and a t-shirt with my hair pressed down from my prolonged use of headphones, it was evident that I spent long hours sitting in a car, asking “if we’re there yet” too many times to count. In this moment, however, carving up Snowshoe Mountain on my snowboard didn’t seem as exciting as the machine that stood across the room. Standing tall, shiny, and red, the Coca-Cola Freestyle soda fountains were in the early stages of being released, and

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.

As I jump off the pontoon, I feel the freezing water surround my body. I'll slip on the boots of the skis and grab the handlebar. Releasing my grip, I put one thumb up into the wind to signal I’m ready to go. Suddenly there is a tug on the rope, and I’m being dragged through the water. Pressing the skis against the cold water, I can finally stand up above the waves. The boat pulls me around the bend of the lake, and the view of all the enormous cabins is thrilling. The seniors on the campground beach will clap and stand up from their Adirondack chairs to wave or whistle. As my legs begin to feel tired, I wave one last time and let go of the handlebar. I can feel my body quickly sink down into the water; the life jacket on my chest will be

A violent gust of wind laughed as the two girls were trying to reach the conclusion of the hike. The bitter mountain scorned at Lori and Kayla, unleashing its wrath by letting rocks fall keeping the girls on their toes. Lori and Kayla felt as though the entire world was against them. They were so sure that they picked the correct path, but after walking another three miles, the pathway was slowly disappearing from under their feet and they had no idea where they were.“What are we going to do Kayla! We are completely lost, and there it is impossible to get down the way we came. I have no idea where we came from!” Lori exclaimed. Kayla stood there silent in complete shock about what their current situation was. Kayla thought to herself, “I am supposed to be the strong one. But I don't think I can keep this up. I don’t have a plan. What if we never make it off this mountain? It will be my

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

Just this past summer, under the hot, and sticky sun, we pushed our car to the limit, on our 1,000 mile journey to the Rocky Mountains in Colorado, although in actuality we might have pushed our fears to the absolute limit. Flipping through the Colorado vacation brochure proved to have posed some interesting vacation destinations, such as "Big Bear Lake" and Trail Ridge Road. With the intent to get high in the sky, our family headed out the next morning to Trail Ridge Road, which is a road that takes you up to a staggering height of 12,000 feet. Although optimistic, we imagined of the vast fields of green, the glacier-topped mountains, and the valleys that undertake the them. As we climbed up to the peak, it seemed apparent that there

Seven billion, four hundred forty-two million, one hundred seventy-two thousand, two hundred forty-five people are alive today at this exact moment. Are they all the same you ask, have all the same interests? What percentage of people in the world do you meet during your years of life before it's your time to go? And of the people you meet, are they all the same or do they have differences, have those differences affected you? What has opened my eyes to the world and the different people who inhabit it has been my passion for ski racing. Most people think that to ski race or even ski at all you need money. That the people you meet are all the same, white, upper-class, and privileged. Young people that have no sense of manners or respectfulness

Mom and I got up early and started coffee and breakfast for everyone, and my dad and sister joined us in the kitchen after they both got their showers. We got our equipment, headed down to the lift, and rode it halfway up the mountain. The lifts were the only time that any of us regretted not wearing heavy coats. When you’re on the ground, the trees block most of the wind, and you’re actually moving and active. Sitting on those lifts, though, you were too high to have the thick forest to protect against the wind, and you were stuck sitting still.

"It's as if…" The man paused, seeming to search his mind for the right words of description. "It's like going downhill through deep snow on a sled," he said, finally. "At first it's exhilarating: the speed; the sharp, clear air; but then the snow accumulates, builds up on the runners, and you slow, you have to push hard to keep going and –" (10.59)

Skiing is the most fun when I have close friends to help me progress and share experiences with, so I started a group where kids from my school of almost all ages go skiing or snowboarding at our local resort, Mountain Creek. It all came together in middle school, and we still have the group together today; we call it “Creek Club.” Since it was extremely challenging to get 20 high schoolers (teenagers) to all organize a plan, I created a chat where we can talk, and coordinate when everyone will go to the mountain. I've also taught several friends how to ski or snowboard. Teaching someone to ski is difficult, but I want my friends to enjoy everything skiing has to offer. Every Friday, about 20 of us all hit the slopes for the evening. When I

I sat on the couch when my mom changed the channel. Viktor was sitting in a conference meeting about his career. I rolled my eyes as he contemplated for a moment then spoke.

I stare down the foggy hill, I can’t see the bottom. My stomach begins to turn in circles, I have never been this scared to ski before. The rush of butterflies takes off as I do.