Jet Ski

Kinderlift of Colorado in Denver has been the go-to source for kids’ ski equipment for ski schools and ski resorts the world over. But Kinderlift is also the place where parents can find kids' ski gear that will keep their little ones safe when they take to the slopes this winter. February is here and the powder is fresh. So all this month shop directly on the Kinderlift website for kids' ski clothing, including the popular Children’s Safety Ski Vest. Because as every parent knows, fun and safety should go

“How much farther?” Tom shouted impatiently as he folded his arms and sank back into his seat. “Be patient Tom, we haven’t got long to go now” replied Sarah, patting her little brother on the head and smiling. Hitched to the snowmobile, the six-seater towing platform they sat on gently rocked side to side making everyone on board feel a little nauseous. The driver desperately raced against the worsening weather, eager to complete the last mile or so of the journey before the heavy snow brought it

snowboarding are totally different. When you snowboard you have to balance your two feet that are strapped to a board. You have to keep your balance and keep right positioning while moving up to 40 miles per hour! In skiing, you rest your feet on two separate skis and have poles in your hands. You have to learn balance, keeping a perfect squatting position, and learn how to turn smoothly so you don’t wipe out. These sports seem similar to some concepts but still very different.

having learned his lesson about going straight down, trots down the service road and is waiting for us when we finally get to the bottom. The slides down the hill have destroyed what few groceries we have left. Starvation inspires larceny. Champ Bond's ski lodge is open so we let ourselves in to see if there's anything to eat. We find one nearly empty box of black licorice with three hard, desiccated pieces of the best tasting black licorice we've ever eaten. Sorry, Champ. We spend a long, cold, hungry

Lauren scrambled forward, but her choppy steps were no match for the deep drifts. Icy snow fell over the top piping on her boots and packed around her socks. Although her leg muscles bulked at the cold and extra weight, she forged onward, her breath hacking against the wind. From within the storm the white horse emerged. Its rider leaned low catching her wrists in a steel grip, lifting her sideways into his saddle until she perched at an awkward angle. Sandpaper rough, a voice carried from under

Lauren scrambled forward, but her choppy steps were no match for the deep drifts. Icy snow fell over the top piping on her boots and packed around her socks. Although her leg muscles bulked at the cold and extra weight, she forged onward, her breath hacking against the wind. From within the storm the white horse emerged. Its rider leaned low catching her wrists in a steel grip, lifting her sideways into his saddle until she perched at an awkward angle. “Hold on.” The sandpaper rough voice carried

more. I skied with friends and family a few times a year. The elementary school I attended offered a winter ski and snowboard program. Every Tuesday of every week from January to March my entire school would travel to King Pine Ski Resort in Madison, NH. We would take ski lessons offered at the mountain. During those years when I was able to leave school and be brought to this mountain and ski with friends was when I started to look at skiing less as hobby and more as a passion. Skiing was not just

away from having a cross of my own on my back and helping other people on the mountain. After two years of being told “you're too young and there's no choice but to wait,” so I could get a head start at becoming a member of the decorated Snow Summit Ski Patrol team . While the only thing left to do is pass some the tests, every year I come closer to the patrol family and one step closer to leaving a mark and standing out in our team. For several months I would drive up to Big Bear every other weekend

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. This was not my first time skiing. However, I was still a beginner

Last spring my cousins came skiing with us. They also came the spring before that and we had a bunch of fun. But what we did on this trip was the craziest thing I have ever done. The first day we got to our house and unpacked everything and made some dinner. Buzz buzz the alarm clock went of. The next day our cousins came and we went skiing and ate dinner at the tap house. When we got to the mountain the next morning I heard someone talking about a moose sighting on the mountain.I was scared to death