I couldn't believe that we had missed the one turn were told to take. It was -5 degrees on Sunday River, one of the largest ski resorts in Maine, The website seid that most of the snow was covered with ice, not the best conditions but by all means not the worst. My friend Ben and I were skiing for the first time on Sunday River. We were told that as long as we took the turn on the Snowbound trail, we would end up at the lodge that our parents would be in, But no matter how many times we kept saying to ourselves that we had to make a turn on Snowbound we still managed to miss our turn. After a little while, we realized this As we had started to see signs pointing to lodges, but none of them were ours. We decided to ask someone who looked …show more content…
“Ok, we'll be down in 5 minutes.” we answered. Then we hung up. “Wow, I'm surprised they didn't call our bluff.” ,Ben proclaimed “I know right, they usually catch on to things like this.” I added. We decided that we should probably get down on time in order to avoid another phone call. We continued all the way down to the lodge in silence. When we got down we agreed that before confronting our parents we should get some of the hot chocolate which was being dispensed through a big metal canister in front of the lodge. The second we entered the lodge our parents came up to us and asked us what really happened, we decided that for the rest of our vacation to end up well it would probably be best to just tell them the truth, and that's exactly what we did. After listening to our story all they said was that next time we should read a map, it seemed like they didn't even care that we were completely lost and that we had to hike back up the mountain while it was -5 degrees outside! But to me and Ben all that mattered was that we got down to the lodge safely and in time to pick up some of the free hot
I was beginning to prepare for the next residency and I realized that I was not looking forward to hearing presentations from liberal and leftist progressive ideologues who seem unable to keep their opinions to themselves and just teach writing. Then I began watching Cold Mountain, the next PBIC and movie and once again, it's all about depraved ignorant southerners, a coward that runs from war, and slavery. I'm not sure why the faculty keeps returning to slavery and oppression in required books and movies again and again, but it's truly become repulsive for me. There's plenty of other optimistic works that could serve this purpose for learning.
So some of my little and big cousins and I decided it would be fun to go on a hiking trip in the woods. The worst part was it was called Big Bear for a reason, my cousins left me and ran the other direction, but I ran the opposite way were the wasn’t. I knew I was lost but I kept running. I didn’t have any food or water around me.
Once my dad arrived, we were on our way. I jumped out into the first park that we came to and the fresh new powder exalted me. We then rode over to our friend's cabin to say hello and have a Pepsi. We asked our friend, Bob to come along for the ride and he was delighted to join us. From there we cut across flat lined Twin Lake and then across the untracked Eggleston Lake. To my unpleasant surprise, we approached the lodge, and sleds were buzzing around like crows on road kill. Ten miles down the road I expected to, at least, see some other people riding, but we had the whole mountain to ourselves. We rode from mountain to mountain, crossing open drainages and gigantic playgrounds of snow one after another.
On the way there we notice that there were really icy patches and that there was a lot of open water.
We were pretty much packed sardines in the car and we also ran into some traffic problems which only helped to delay our trip speed. I Anyways by the time we got to Lake Tahoe it was already near night time so we spend the night at a nearby hotel, I never really had the chance to walk on snow before so when i first stepped into it I tripped and face-planted in the snow. Anyways the hotel wasn't anything fancy really it was more of a 3-4 star, the most awkward part is that it’s near a casino and I’m not allowed to go in. I guess the real awkward part is that the picture is taken on the second day of my trip to Lake Tahoe and i spend most of my story telling things that happened on the first day of the trip. Well… I guess most of the second day was most me trying to learn skiing but a lot of falling and tripping, honestly who knew that skiing can be that hard? The only thing that I manage to do is slowly sliding in the snow at the speed of a turtle crawling, and that’s where the second picture was taken. I remember going to a snowball fight and smashing someone with a huge chunk of packed snow the size of a basketball, yeah… I still bad for
In 2004, the Vermont Association of Snow Travelers (VAST) requested a land use permit in order to open trails on state land. A meeting was held in the Vermont State Treasury building for the community to express opinions on the matter. My father and I attended in the hopes of keeping motorized vehicles off of state land. In protest we put a chainsaw in my school backpack and when it was our turn to speak, turned on the chainsaw, let it run for a minute and then ended by saying “It’s public land! We pay taxes! We should be able to do what we want!”. It was a drastic attempt to be heard after so many failures: speeches about health risks, environmental impacts and constant reminders of how much land has already been set aside for these vehicles. This experience was one of my first introductions to activism and the power of the people.
On February 27, 2014 , a bunch of my friends and I got together and went to Snow Ridge for my birthday to ski and snowboard. It was a Friday, so we all went up after school and we ate dinner and then started riding and skiing. As the sun goes down and the lights on the slope begin to warm up, we all start playing follow the leader. That's where the person that leads hits the jumps and boxes and you have to do the same trick they do. Everything was going smooth and we were all having fun and hitting the big air jump and the two 15 foot jumps. I was last in line of follow
I woke up and was excited to go skiing with Porter and Brigham and Cannon. We were in Utah going to go to Snow Basin. The night before, we skied a lot and did rails. I had a ton of fun and got ready really early so we could ski longer. We drove to the resort and got our stuff out. We went on a run before Logan, Landon and Luke got there. It was very icy and scary to ski, so I took it slow the first run. When we got to the bottom, we caught up with Logan, Landon and Luke. We all rode up in a gondola. We got off and went to the terrain park to practice rails. I was doing good, and knowing me I started tucking the long gaps between the different parks. We had just gone through the last park, and I tucked the groomer to the bottom. One of my Logan’s
During the relaxed summer of 2010 my family and I passed through the entrance of the campgrounds, and the moment night dawned upon us prompted the most scarring experience of my life. In our small car, my irritable older stepbrother, my over excited mom, and my exhausted stepdad finally had arrived to our destination, Lake Tahoe, after and excruciating seven hour driving starting from Southern California. After many times of me annoyingly inquiring, “Are we there yet?” and subjecting myself to the wrath and dismissiveness of my family, my ten-year old self was elated that we finally reached our destination. Once we parked at our campsite, my family hastily got out of our tightly packed, dirty 2004 BMW 3 Series, and all spread out among the site. The crisp, evening air was complemented by the crunching of the gravel and
When I was 15, that was my 3rd year of snowboarding, my ramp freestyle element went wrong. Just this one jump became the biggest challenge in my life.
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.
That day had concluded just as all others had in the days gone by; my mother was driving my brother Cole, my sister Jada, and me home from school during a frigid snowstorm while my father was at home with my second brother Bobby. My dad materialized what time it was and that we were rushing home from school, for this reason, he called and advised us that the road was unacceptable for driving; consequently, forced to stay at a motel in Eagle Butte. At the same time, my grandfather was driving home from Pierre. Cell phone service on South Dakota State Highway 63, the road home from Pierre, is intermittent, at best, so my father could not reach him. My grandfather did not know the road conditions were deteriorating the closer he got to home.
And while he looked back at that trail, there were so many memories, of the life he left behind, swirling around in his head. He could easily decent down the mountain, run back to his hometown, and reunite himself with the pony that raised him from birth. He couldn’t though. Or could he?
When I woke up again from my deep sleep, I got re-dressed and headed out to my car. The snow was still deep as ever, the wind was still bitter, dry, and freezing cold. I warmed my car before I headed out and I headed back inside for a little while to wait for the car to heat. As I sat inside the warm and cozy house my mother warmed me to watch out for the thick spots of snow and ice because I could slide and crash into something. As I continued to sit in the warm house, I started to remember things my parents would tell me about people sliding off the road and going off the road. Of course I had the thought in my head that it would
On a snowy and windy night, I was at Barnes & Noble in Green Bay with my friends, Alan and Karina. Christmas music played overhead, the smell of hot chocolate and freshly brewed coffee wafted over, the customers were kind and cheerful, and snow was beginning to blanket the parking lot outside. We were sitting near the cafe wrapping books to support their mom’s school fundraiser. I stared outside and remembered my mom’s warning of the large snowfall that was almost upon us. Around 7:15, the snowflakes were becoming larger and we could barely see outside the window.