The Day Of The Mountain

This part of the run is not difficult for me, which is good because my mind is already focused on the cliff that I know is about 100 feet down the ridge and 50 feet on my left (north). Waiting for my turn at the top, I had lots of time to sit and think about what I was about to do, igniting my nerves and adrenaline, making my body feel numb. I ski to my spot above the cliff, and the iconic House Rock looks like it always does, almost like a fifty foot diving board that will shoot you out half-way down the rest of the mountain. I stop right above the point of no return. I must choose to hit the cliff or not. There is no turning back once I move from this spot.

Tribe, starvation, cruelty, individual, society are all words that come to mind when thinking about the book “The Mountain People”. Anthropologist Colin Turnbull talks about his experience with the Ik people in a mountainous region of Uganda. The crops had failed for two years in a row and people were starving. At points it became difficult for him to keep in mind the concept of concept of cultural relativism but his book gives a detailed description of the events and actions he observed as the Ik tried survive. Throughout his writing, Turnbull's main theme is the destruction of society….of culture due to scarce resources. Under this kind pressure, their society eventually fell apart. This

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.

The snow hadn't let up in days, and it showed no sign of letting up anytime soon. Arthur Kirkland,

On this one fine day, we had a typical Colorado snow storm.. I can recall this very trip to the wonderful

On the first day of the trip we slept in pretty late because we traveled all day the day before to get to the cabin. When we woke up that morning the ground was covered in a sheet of white snow. The snow just got thicker has the day went on. It

Trinity Hester A1 PAP English 03-0-2015 Schutte Go Tell It to the Mountain Summary Paragraph In the novel Go Tell it on the Mountain, written by James Baldwin it goes on to tell about a fourteenth birthday boy named John Grimes in Harlem during the 1935. Throughout the book, Baldwin uses flashbacks to make the book more interesting. In part 1 “Seventh Day” is narrated by the protagonist, John Grimes.

I hope that I have not seen my last snow day; I have felt spoiled when we have had so many last year.

There is nothing better than just getting up on a sunday morning and looking out the kitchen window to see that a couple feet of fresh powder (snow) has accumulated just over night. Fresh snow makes for the best possible riding conditions, especially for the sweet skidoo REV I have purchased over this past summer which is a high end crosscountry snow machine. When i get out on the trails of tug hill ny with my sled, there is no better feeling

The wind outside howled like a hungry wolf. The falling snow covered everything. It may have been daytime but the blizzard kept the sun from shining even just a little bit, it was just about black.

It was time to go back up the ski mountain (one last time) and I was excited to know that I was getting close to the finish line! I hiked up the mountain at a decent pace and up next was a quarter-pipe made of snow. I enjoyed this obstacle, but I did notice that a few racers held on the ropes after they got to the top and used them to get back down, which meant the next racer would have to wait for a volunteer to re-set the ropes for them. Up next was the sand-bag carry that took racers into the wooded trail going

The theme of the book “My Side of the Mountain” written by Jean Craighead George is about survival.

My family and I had just arrived at Mammoth Mountain, CA for our annual skiing trip, it took us about an our or two to get unpack fully. We were going to be staying there for about a week and skiing all the slopes that the mountain has. I quickly put on all my gear and started heading up in the ski lift to get to the peak of the mountain. When we finally arrived I was practically bouncing up and down in excitement waiting to be able to go down the slopes. As, we got to the front of the line to go down the mountain there was an announcement saying the all skiing courses were closed for the day because of lightning. After the announcement went off I literally deflated from the news because I was so thrilled about going down the trails

Looking out the window to see the night, with a snowboarding eve video on the television, a cup of hot chocolate in hand with jitters running up and down the spine. Anxiety with a side of apprehension or excitement is in the air. Checklists aside the bed covered with snowboarding clothes and equipment ready for the exhausting day of snowboarding that is upon us the next. Buddies together again for opening day on the mountain with stories being told and reminiscing about the past years of marking up the side of a mountain as brothers rather than buds. Falling asleep to dreams that are beyond wild and images of untouched snow pack, laughs and cheers happen throughout then all of a sudden, the alarm goes off. Cold inside and out packing up the car to the mountain, wind nipping at

As soon as we knew it, we were there- Boreal Ski Resort looking down upon us. We walked out the bus, saying “thank you” to the bus driver, and stepped out onto the icy ground. It was a perfect day to ski- the skies were blue, not a cloud to be seen, the sun was out shining perfectly upon us, sharing its brightness while keeping some of its warmth. Our group quickly put on our snow gear and raced out to the ski rentals. “Last one there, gets ice down their pants!” Running to the ski rentals, at least half of us fell onto the hard, slippery ice. Laughing and running, looking like a bunch of hooligans, we got to the ski rentals. The line was long, so, one at a time, we sneakily cut through and got our skis and heavy boots. With a “click,” we fit our boots into the skis and were all ready to go. Our gang waddled out of the ski rentals with the skis on. “What do you wanna start with?” “Let’s go on the medium slope first.” And so we began. The cycle of getting onto the lift, lining up on the edge of the slope and racing down repeated itself as we raced down what we called the “medium” and “big” slopes. We were counting scores and by the end of the two hours, I was at