Descriptive Essay : Skiing The Tasman Glacier

Skiing has been found to be easier for many people. One of the main reasons is it is very similar to other sports like; ice skating, rollerblading and running. The ability to balance on a

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

Winter is my favorite season because I love to ski. I enjoy exploring Mother Nature, challenging my body to reach new limits, and challenging my mind to master a complicated technique. I raced in high school and placed 3rd at Junior Nationals, which led to training with the Olympic development team. Today, I enjoy sharing all that I learned with others. I helped coach the Spokane Middle School Racing team while I lived in Spokane, WA and I worked for Three Rivers Park District of Minneapolis from 2014-16 as a cross-country ski instructor. I often work with Minnesota transplants that are searching for a reason to love winter, which I can emphatically say, “it's

When I was twelve years old my best friend’s family decided to try snowboarding and skiing for the first time, that’s when I learned my lesson. My best friend at the time was 14, he lived right down the road from my house and his family was my second family for a long time. His name was John, he invited me on the trip as well. We went to my house to ask my parents about the trip five day snowboarding trip. I asked them separately and got two different answers. My dad was all for it, he even offered to pay for everything. My mom on the other hand was worried because it was all the way in Pennsylvania and it was five days away from me . The fact that I had never been on a snowboard or skis in my life didn’t help my argument either. So as the day approached I still hadn't received a direct answer from my mom. So Tim, my friend’s dad went to my house and reassured her that I was in good hands and all that good stuff. When he arrived back at his house he said through my friend’s door “ Get packed we are leaving in two days” and the arrangements were made. On the day of the trip, my dad gave Tim the money for my equipment and such. He also turned to me and handed me my very first 100 dollar bill for whatever I wanted or needed on the trip. My mom handed me a prepaid cell phone and she told me to call her twice a day. I went

Snow skiing. The first day learning to ski is rough for almost anyone you ask. The day before my first ski trip, I could not help but wonder. Was I going to fall on my butt? Would I fall flat on my face? Would I make a fool out of myself? These were all questions that I knew I would soon get answers to. I had built up such intense feelings of nervousness and excitement that I could hardly tell the difference. All I wanted was to make it out alive.

In this advertisement, Whistler Blackcomb Ski Resort combines a thought-provoking rhetorical question with an image that evokes both adventure and tranquility in order to appeal to experienced skiers who feel that skiing is an important element of their identity and lifestyle.

There are many unsolved mysteries, and one very famous one is what happened to the nine ski hikers that died in the mystery of the Dyatlov Pass Incident. There are many theories on what happened to them, but the investigators can’t get the options down to one because not all ski hikers died the same way.

Olivia slammed the door to her log cabin in Lake Tahoe, she had seen Brooke in the cabin next to hers. Olivia hated Brooke. Her family had lots of money so she would get everything she wanted. Olivia wanted that necklace she’d always seen Brooke wear since her birthday.

Other than this frustration, I loved skiing with all my heart. It was the kind of excitement where my hand would shoot up in class to tell all my teachers that my favorite activity was skiing, even if it was the middle of summer. The kind where I would wait through all the other seasons, just to finally reach winter. Stopping or switching to snowboarding had never even tiptoed into my mind. After all, why would I want to be like one of those obnoxious snowboarders sitting smack in the middle of the path? The adrenaline as I swerved full speed down a powdery slope was what I lived for. Nothing compared to feeling of being so carefree and blithe, slicing through the air like a golden eagle. But I never truly realized how many types of birds there could be- at least until I saw her.

It was a normal winter morning. I woke up freezing my butt off. The night before we

Skiing enthusiasts who are looking for the next adventure have taken to heli-skiing for a one-of-a-kind winter experience in the Revelstoke and Golden areas of British Columbia . Heli-skiing originated in the 1950s as a way for top skiers to locate the freshest off-trail slopes to ski. Heli-skiers leave the chair lift behind to take a helicopter to powdery fresh mountain tops, where they will find all day skiing adventures. Top heli-skiing programs today also tend to include inclusive packages that offer nearby lodging, spa amenities, and a tasty menu to enjoy at your convenience. The following are the top 5 reasons you should give heli-skiing a try!

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.

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