Barefoot skiing

The rush of the wind flowing through my air, the chill which encompassed my body from the icy wind, making my breathing speed up, my hands gripped ever so tightly against my ski poles, losing control my heart suddenly starts pounding rapidly as I see what’s right in front of me, I begin to tumble down the icy slope I then begin to ponder to myself, “Is this it?” That morning I woke up at my best friend Henry’s house, in Cincinnati, OH (we had to be no older than 11 at the time). Looking out the window

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

Sitting on top of the highest peak for miles, I feel the winter air whipping my face. The bitter cold makes my skin prickle and my breath, rapid and heavy after climbing to the top, freeze into my hair in beautiful, intricate flakes. They melt against my hot skin, leaving tear like drops spilling down my face. The cold feels wonderful, comforting even, after the strenuous climb. In this moment, I think of nothing but the air moving in and out of my body, like a river flowing quickly through a shallow

universe was dynamic. He also created a major part in atomic energy, E=MC2. It's relevant because I tried something new that I’ve never done before. November 24, 2016. It was 10:30, there was a gust of icy wind. I was somewhere near Lake Tahoe at a skiing place. All of my friends have already skied down. It must have been 8,000 feet up on this unforgiving snow mountain. I immediately regretted going up here, but I had to ski down to pass through this obstacle. I started to slowly slide on the thick

A few winters ago, some friends invited my family and me to go snow skiing at Paoli Peaks, Indiana. I did not know how to snow ski, and I leaped at the thought of trying this new sport. On the first morning we entered the pro shop to rent all the gear and make decisions about whether or not to take lessons or go it alone. We decided to be adventurous and go it alone—no lessons. Kent and Celeste, the friends who invited us, knew how to ski and snowboard. He assured us that he could show us the basics

The 2014 Olympics held a wide range of competitions for athletes. One of the events, ski jumping, was part of the Olympics since the first games in 1924. Ski jumping was born in 1860 when Norwegian Sondre Norheim, built the first measured jump and flew 30 metres. That record held for more than three decades. Ski jumping is a sport where skiers go down a ramp, jump, attempt to fly as far as possible, and land safely. Judges give points to skiers for proper technique and style, but those points do

Mountains and boulders are some of the most beautiful sites this Earth has to offer, whether it is Devil's Tower in Wyoming or El Captian in Yosemite, you will be speechless when seeing view these mountains and boulders have to offer. In fact, some of the greatest views on Earth are from mountains and boulders. There are many reasons that someone or something may love boulders, a good nesting place for the winter, or a beautiful site when you are done climbing it, there seems to be a common attraction

I grew up in a skiing family. My dad was a tournament water skier, and has snow skied several times. My mom used to do a lot of water skiing, and has snow skied as well. My parents actually met at the Lake of the Ozarks. After they had kids, they moved to Glen Carbon, Illinois, and then to where we live now. We go to the lake two or three times a year, and waterski. I have had my fair share of wipeouts and successes. Wakeboards, jump skis, slalom skis, I have learned them all, and I am pretty good

If you prefer outdoor workouts, winter can be a difficult time of the year. By the time you get home from work, it's dark outside and you must resign yourself to running or walking on slushy streets. However, there is an alternative way to get a better workout away from roads and traffic. If you have nearby parks, public lands, or trail systems that you normally hike in the warmer months, you can also enjoy them in the winter with a pair of snowshoes and a headlamp. If you live in an urban area,

Over and over I went going up the same ski lift just to reach one spot in the terrain park that mattered the most to you. I sat eager in the ski lift over and over all day long, admiring many people doing tricks off the rails, acting like it was nothing, and just continuing on their day. Seeing this just made me more discouraged than I already was. Nicole just sat there, staring at the mountain coaster below us acting like she doesn’t have a care in world, meanwhile, she was filled with aggravation