Narrative Essay On Skiing Research Paper

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 my upper body shifted to the right, everything from my waist and below stayed true to the course, including the ski poles. I ran over the handle of my ski pole, with my stomach. The pole was pushed up into my lower abdomen, propelling me off of the slope entirely, I was airborne. I landed on my back, completely out breath, and dazed to the point I had no recollection of where I was. The next moment was particularly scary for me, all I can recall was the ringing of a whistle in my ear, and the red lights flashing from the ski patrols snowmobiles. Unsure of any injuries, the ski patrol had braced my back and neck, strapped me to a board, and began to tow me down the mountain.

As I sat down to put on my ski boots, I glanced up at the mountain that we were about to ski. It looked menacing. It was almost as if I was looking up at my impending doom, if I were to choose to go. I then imagined myself on it. I imagined catapulting down the mountain, on my stomach with a large trail of snow

The cold air brushing up against my bare skin, the soft flakes of snow landing on top of my head. "must keep going" I thought, "just keep going". My vision was beginning to get blurry, white patches began to show up on the bottom of my feet. The blurriness was getting so bad I stopped my run and began to waddle back and forth on the trail. My legs give out, my knees collapse under me and I fall onto the soft piles of snow on either side of the trail. The long beautiful trees dripping with snow looked like they came out of a fairy tale, the beauty was almost unrealistic. My eyes drift close and my body shuts down from the cold. Just before my eyes are completely shut I see the creature running across the trail its very hairy and has a long

I was sitting in the Livingroom staring out into the air waiting for the first snowflakes of the season to come down from the skies. I had waited all year for this so that I finally could go out and enjoy some real Norwegian pow. My dad had promised me that we would go out for our first ski tour together. Then finally it began to snow, it snowed more than 300mm the first five days. Then the day had come and we were sitting in the kitchen and planning our trip, I was so excited that I had everything packed in a few minutes. As we were driving up to the mountains my anticipation just rose. We were finally close enough so that I could see the peak shimmering in the distance. Arriving at the foot of the mountain we began to take on our skis. As I took the first steps in the cold and crisp snow, I knew that this day going to be one of the best days in my life. When we were circa halfway up the sun was shining through the thin skies and as it steady and slowly became lighter around us we could see the top of the mountain that was hiding behind the morning fog. At the time we reached the peak the sun was out glowing and there I turned around and look down the steep and majestic mountain, it looked like a big ocean of snow. I was prepared for the ride. Then the moment had come and we were ready to shred

Once we arrived at the mountain, I can remember feeling nothing but joy, not because I couldn't wait to go sledding, but because for 40 straight minutes we had to Indore my friend Sophia's older brother Danny yell "are we there yet", over and over and over, you would think that an 11-year-old would be more mature than that, but then again we were talking about the boy who spends his days playing video games in his dad's basement. As we stepped out of the car we all put our snow gear on, and headed up the mountain, caring are sleds behind us. The mountain was quite steep and it seemed with every step higher we got the more bone chilling it became but at least we have a magnificent 360 view of the glistening snow covered mountains. We were about

As I walked through the doors of the familiar ice rink I’d called home for the past two and a half years, a rush of nerves and excitement swept over me. Although I had shed my blood, sweat, and tears at this rink; I had never been faced with this level of crippling anxiety in the past. Tonight was the night that determined if I would be playing ice hockey during the 2015-2016 season. My home school district doesn’t fund an ice hockey program; This leads me into a lengthy process of being evaluated, and crossing my fingers in hopes that another school with draft me for their team. This night was the evaluation.

I started to sob. I thought no one would get me. After sobbing and waiting a bit, I yanked my skis again. They still didn’t come out. “HELLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP!!!” I screamed. “HEELLLLLLLPPP!!!”. I closed my eyes and buried my head in the snow. When I lifted my head up again I saw someone skiing towards me. “Saved!” I thought. The man was tall, had a medium build, and looked strong. He pulled my hand and instructed me to lift my skis up. I did what he told, and soon I was out of the snow. “Thank you!” I said to him. I skied down to the bottom of the trail and found my dad. I told him the whole story. He said that my mom had gone up to look for me. I was very

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.

On January 20th 2006 was the first time I ever went skiing.I was in a ski group called tiny tigers A ski school at sunshine village. I remember that i didn’t like being in the school part because i just wanted to go skiing.It was funny because after a few weeks my techear told me and my parents that i made it on the bunny hill well i was boncing of the walls when i found out i made it the bunny hill.

It was a sunny day in the middle of winter, that year it was a very sad skiing season. Still, Most people were skiing that day, but my friends and I were trying to find something to do. We settled on going to target, So we set off on a very long trip of 10 or 11 blocks, carrying nothing but 20 dollars in each of our pockets. Walking down the silent sidewalks of our neighborhood, we decided to buy some crazy stuff. We walked in only to meet this kid we all hate, Grant.

In the previous section it was investigated that the same capacity can be reached by varying the number of vehicles and the velocity. In this section three operational strategies are investigated which reduce the energy consumption of a representative day in winter season. Typically, a ski day has seven hours from 9 pm to 4 am. In the morning the capacity is often much higher than in the afternoon.

I choose this topic because I enjoy skiing. I like being in the mountains and the wilderness and it also a challenge because you are not skiing in a ski field so it can be dangerous because of the avalanche danger, and the changeable weather.

“Butterflies in your stomach, wind ripping at your coat, eyes closed, praying you don’t die as you point your skis down the mountain” says dad as he describes what our first day will be like while we travel the sixteen hour drive to Winter Park, Colorado. Most of this drive is dull, all we see is flat Kansas and its huge windmills, until we hit Denver. Then our eyes light up, hearts beat faster and we can’t breath as we gaze upon the mountain tops. We wind up those beautiful mountains, and our anticipation builds the higher we climb. We get closer and closer to the resort when we feel a sharp turn as we pull into the cabin. Anticipation turns to disappointment when we realize we have to wait until morning to hit the slopes. Suddenly everyone is gloomy, moping around the cabin unpacking, longing for tomorrow.

In addition to simply aiding our normal locomotion, shoes have been used to create new ways of movement entirely. The development of skis is somewhat debated, with many claiming scandinavian peoples were the first to invent them. While there are many archaeological examples of skis from this area, the oldest found were actually discovered near moscow, and date back about 6000 BCE. However, this is not the oldest evidence of skis. Cave paintings in china dating back to 8000 BCE depict the first known example of skis. The first ice skates, however, were found in Switzerland and date back around 3000 BCE. They used flattened bone to glide across the ice. It is theorized that ice skating developed alongside nordic skiing as flat boards