As I heard my alarm clock go off at two in the morning, feeling prepared mentally but not physically. My mind,at that point in time raced with thoughts and expectations, although my body felt like it wanted to die. Finally dragging myself out from under the soft covers, I pulled my gear to the bed of the truck and threw my bag up over the side of the truck's bed,-- hearing a giant thud from the heftiness of my pack. I felt mixed emotions coming from my body, my mind ready and my body said: “go back to bed hate you, I hate you, I hate you”. As soon as I plopped myself into the truck squished with three people in the back seat, after about five minutes of driving all three of us passed out fast asleep. The moment I woke, pulling into the parking lot of Mount Washington, New Hampshire I felt ready. When I stepped out of the car, I threw my hands in the air, the best feeling of stretching after a car ride. I look up to see this mountain completely covered with snow and only one round part completely treeless; that's where we hiked too. Strapping my fifty-pound pack on my back containing ski boots, skis, poles, winter gear, and food felt more tiring than it should have.
Far from the great big white world most people know as Mt. Bachelor Ski Resort is the open rocky terrain of the Mt. Bachelor disc golf course. Many of the elements are the same––the snow covered world of the ski resort resembles an incomplete carbon copy of the mountain in summer. In winter the overall shape of the picture is the same, but you see the paper beneath, while in summer you see the full picture as it was meant to be. The same is true of the journey down the mountain. In winter you float over the surface of things, whereas in summer every rock, nook, and flora is seen and or traversed. When you start traveling up the mountain the world approaches complete silence. The humming of the chair lift is the only noise, and it eventually dissolves into serene quiet as you start looking at the diverse scenery all around––one is almost compelled into awe by the snow covered peaks in
I run to the line to hop onto the cart to bring us to the top of the mountain. Huffing and puffing with a bright red nose and a cold-burned face, I climb into the cart and await my ride up to the top of the mountain. Finally, I exit the cart and walked onto the steep covered snow mountain. I look around and just take in the view. Snow covered mountains for as far as the eyes can see and a crisp smell of pine flows through the air. Blair, my cousin, and I finally gain enough courage to get in line to ski down the slope. In one swift motion, I am off. My ski poles plunge into the damp snow and the wind hits my face like an icy, cold wall. I glide through the snow as a ballerina dances across the dance floor with poise and grace. I was on top of the world until suddenly my ski poles were firmly stuck in the snow, but my body was still in motion. With no warning, I tumbled down the mountain into the damp snow. I shivered and my clothes dripped with water as I approached the bottom of the mountain. I emerged from the bottom of the mountain with soaking wet clothes, a winded face, and blue lips. My family crowded around, but I could do nothing but laugh. Then, I suddenly started to cry because this was the last vacation as a family we were going to have for the next six years. I wanted to embrace this moment, but the thought of my family leaving killed
The ground beneath the stiff leaves lies frozen. I hear sound of leaves crackling underneath my thick boots which each step I take. As I wander aimlessly, the cold, brisk air invades my lungs. I exhale slowly, I see my shaky breath float away from me. The scenery is nothing special, black trees covered in moss, very few hills, rocks in no set trail, and above all else, endless layers of Texas snow (not really snow, just an ice layer maybe 1/3 of an inch).
Leaving insecurities, work, expectations, reality above all. Going to a place that is opposite of what the town below contains. The feeling of leaving the town and with that the overwhelming pressures that accompany it with the exasperations trailing farther out of the picture along the road to the mountains. Snow and the mountains are bliss as well as a sigh of relief for thoughts and actions. All that is needed is to enjoy the day with no distractions of the town that’s left behind is to strap on a board and experience the joys of what is to become on the mountain with those close to you. The here and now is the mindset on the mountain, leaving behind what is in the town below. The excitement of getting snow soaked clothes and goggles is second to none as well as the view when snowboarding is the name of the game. White, fluffy simple and complicated, snow means to escape for a way to be present yet away from life altogether. The connection of my soul and God is a rite of passage for my heart and innocence to come alive and fully show that simple can mean much more than being seen at the
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.
It’s hard to pick a specific area of Vermont that has the deepest connection with me, almost every spot I visit sparks a sense of wonder within me. From the Burlington waterfront to the peaks at Stowe I always feel secure and at home in Vermont. On a typical winter's day I am feeling the effects of the cold air mostly through the wind. I can especially taste the crispness of the Vermont air as its refreshing more so than it is unbearable. When I’m up on the mountain during snowboard season I look out and see a field of white that encapsulates everything except the green treetops. A sight that often leaves me filled with energy and mental clarity, I can’t help myself but fall into deep thought whenever I am up on
Imagine, if you will, a brisk night wind coming fast across a lake carrying a pungent smell, something you can’t quite identify, but is nonetheless familiar enough to send a shiver up your spine. As it hits the trees, they creak out a somber call in the still night air. Or was that groan something more…human? You notice, for the first time, the absence of tires humming on pavement and you wonder if it’s that late, or maybe just a slow night. The soft tapping of your shoes on the sidewalk is the only accompaniment your slow breathing has as you move towards the warmth of your home, holding thoughts of a warm bed in the palm of your hand to keep the chill away. You don’t notice at first, perhaps because the reality of what you’re hearing is
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!
Things don't always come easy the first time you try something! When I started to ski, I had no idea what I was in for. Skiing opened me up to know what the real world gives you.
Steaming black coffee warms my soul as I silently observe baby chipmunks running across the logs surrounding the driveway. Hummingbirds flutter and fuss over their feeder while other birds vie for seed in the log cabin. If I sit very still I might see a deer or bear from my perch on the porch. How pleasant it is to immerse in the quietness of the mountains far from the ever present clamor of civilization. In the mountains above Durango, Colorado, chill morning air greets me on this sixth day of retreat. Visiting my sister Janet’s “cabin” was not my choice. Yet, here I am. Only two vacation days remain and in the silence, I begin to reflect.
Ski racing is an adrenaline pumping, fast paced, awakening sport, that happens to have an uncommonly high rate of injury. Ski racing has always been a somewhat dangerous sport in which it is not a surprise when a downhill skier suffers a serious injury. This being said, there is a lot more progress to be made to reduce the frequency of injuries in ski racing. There are many studies being done to see exactly how dangerous ski racing is and many more to see how to reduce the rate of injury. Regulations implemented to the sport in recent years have helped to lower the frequency of injuries significantly; however, there is much more work to be done.The research done by the British Journal of Sports Medicine showed that almost every World Cup/
Have you ever landed on a runway in the middle of the French Alps? How about flying directly over the heads of beachgoers just before you land? You might want to take a trip to see at least one of them if you get the chance. You could even take an epic journey and visit several of them in one trip. Just pack your bags and head over to SeaTac Airport for the adventure of a lifetime. Before you drop your car off at Aeroparking for safekeeping, take a look at a few of some of the strangest airports in the world.
Again I take a look at Bruno and even with his goggles on I can see he is looking down at what seems like an untouched for centuries sheet of snow, but really is a thin sheet of snow with trees and rocks lying everywhere just waiting to get hold of your ski and make you tumble down into who knows what.