I stand atop the glistening mountain, unable to comprehend my senses. My eyes are overwhelmed as they attempt to absorb everything, though they can never see it all. The snow-covered peaks stand alone, yet together, rising and falling in the distance until they meet the horizon. The clouds shiver and cry; their frozen tears drift by me, occasionally touching my face and rolling down my cheeks. The mountain pines are wrapped in a white silhouette. The aspens maintain an empty luster; their rustling amplifies the feeling of isolation. My ears ring from the whistling breeze which fades into white noise. A burning sensation fills my lungs as I inhale, the blistering scent always having been a favorite of mine. As I flex my toes, I detect the motion, but do not feel the sensation of my skis floating over the sea of winter. I am home. I am as free as one man can feel, disconnected from the burdens and tribulations of life and actually living. I have always been a methodical person, planning out every aspect of my future from the hardest of choices to the most basic daily tasks. I leave nothing to chance, controlling my fate and where the journey of life takes me. The daunting thought of losing my …show more content…
My skis are an extension of my legs, of my body, of my being. I feel every flake of snow, every patch of ice, and every stone concealed beneath the blanket of white wonder. Racing down Christmas Tree Gully, I am untouched by fear as I weave between trees and boulders; shooting down the steep gradient without considering speed. The guarded part of my mind is suppressed by exhilaration and replaced with spontaneity. I do not calculate each cut my edges make through the mountain, rather I allow the topography to take me downhill, a river finding its way to the mouth of the sea. Everything around me flourishes as I flow across the blank surface. The snow is untouched, except for the occasional prints of the black-capped
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!
Imagine yourself being ferried by one of those gondolas at a ski resort. You see slopes that look like totally awesome places to ski. You ask the guide whether you'll be skiing there and he curtly replies "No," and he points you in the other direction where you see natural scenery with a variety of landscapes. "That's where you'll be skiing." So what is heli-skiing? It's getting on a helicopter and then going to that radical wilderness site to ski. No rules, no artificial snow blowers and nobody to tell you what you can or you can't do. It's about finding that extreme location via a chopper, getting dropped off and totally going for it.
I felt the soft snow and brisk air hit my face as I stepped out of the car; perfect weather for a ski meet. I spotted a friend preparing for the race and quickly approached her. We kick waxed our skis while talking about the nerves we both felt throughout the day due to it being our first 5k. After we had finished waxing our skis we went out for a warm-up lap to calm the pre-race jitters. The snow was a perfect mixture that afternoon; powdery yet still hard enough for the wax beneath my skis to grip onto. I was ready for all the difficulties that I thought I would face; jokes on me, I wasn 't.
Scrrrrrrr came the satisfying sound of my skis digging into the snow. “Wait up, Mara!” my dad called, a little ways up the mountain with my best friend Sierra and her dad.
The Snow ski an artefact in which today we take for granted. This essay will be focussed on comparing two eras, the medieval ages and today. These two time periods are selected to help depict the skis relevance towards material in culture. Material culture is best defined as objects which contribute towards our cultural and social wellbeing whether it’s a family emblem or a product consumed by the masses. It is artefacts from historical periods their designs and how they impact our lives. There will be a review on the functionality and the cultural importance of the ski and a reflection of concerns of consumerism and social wellbeing. Personal and contextual information will clarify the defining moment of the skis transition from its origin. This essay will not be a historical timeline, instead it will indicate how the snow ski, as an artefact, has been stripped from its original purpose of transportation, and transformed into one of the world’s most extreme and luxurious Sports.
history-Though humans have been skiing since 3000 B.C., it’s been only about 100 years since skiing changed from a means of transportation to a means of recreation. And when humans started skiing for fun, they decided that one way to have a good time was to ski downhill as fast as they could.
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.
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
On a warm sunny day in Sochi, Russia a young American man did the unthinkable. After 18 years of hardwork and dedication pulling off a trick he learned but only two days prior, he won the first ever gold medal in mens slopestyle skiing in the 2014 Sochi Winter Olympics (American Men). Freestyle skiing is a breathtaking, gravity defying sport that found its way into the olympics and has grown with major success with the best getting better and new faces rising to the top, nevertheless it is a jaw dropping, ever inspiring sport.
Alpine skiing involves a series of plyometric movements, absorbing and redirecting the pressures experienced while travelling down the slope. Due to the gradual loading of these high pressures experienced when skiing, plyometric training is important to reduce risks of injury as well as staying in control. Plyometric training however, involves a series of timed movements and is not typically introduced until athletes reach a high level. Because of this, I was required to start from scratch and slowly progress my athletes to the level they need to be. Having already taught them how to do a squat and a lunge, under the advisement of Max Symes, initially started by teaching them how to brake. Plyometric braking is an important first step because most injuries occur when muscles are eccentrically contracting. By developing a strong landing technique, I will significantly reduce the risk of injury.
If you have ever skied, you know how difficult it can be in the beginning. It can get pretty tricky! Children are fearless until we plant the seed of fear in their minds. We can’t tell them that if they want to succeed at something; it may kill them. There are challenges in everything they are going to face while growing up. Implanting fear shouldn’t be something we do unless it is completely necessary. There are dangers to skiing, and they should be aware of those dangers. Just do NOT use the words die, drown, blood, etc., that would even scare most adults, think of how this could make a child feel? With this in mind, begin the process of skiing.
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
Speed! That’s all I think about as I head down the slope. The wind blasts in my face as I race down. Suddenly, I swerve out of control; I freak out. My skis fall off and I’m stuck on a snowy hill looking down at a steep slope. Fortunately, my dad skis down and stopped a few a feet away from me. Panicking, I sat down and begin to worry. Yet, my dad eventually straightens me out and shows me how to get back up, we continue skiing.
As thin air encloses me as I inaugurate the last day of skiing at Breckenridge, Colorado. Three days of skiing cease rather painlessly; I stumble oftenly but an evening on the couch next to a crackling wood fire soothes my minor aches. Closing times nudges on the final day of our weekend trip as I prepare for my ultimate run of the vacation. Fresh off the ski lift, I glide towards the junction of the trials unoccupied skilled face of the mountain. I detach my boots from my ski’s and rest them on my shoulder, climbing up the rim of the mountain while the wind sways me back and forth, reaching the top, clicking my skis back on. After a moment of deliberating, I fearlessly select a narrow path so steep that the only way can be seen from my viewpoint.
Ever since I can just about remember i have been skiing. It started off at a ski resort by the city I grew up in, they were just little hills and they only took a minute to get down. But that’s where it all started those little hills. My friends and I would go there almost every weekend during the winter to go off the jumps and race down the slopes. As much as I loved going down those hills they will never compare to the mountains of colorado.