Ski

The Snow ski an artefact in which today we take for granted. This essay will be focussed on comparing two eras, the medieval ages and today. These two time periods are selected to help depict the skis relevance towards material in culture. Material culture is best defined as objects which contribute towards our cultural and social wellbeing whether it’s a family emblem or a product consumed by the masses. It is artefacts from historical periods their designs and how they impact our lives. There will

The skate ski has a single camber. Compared to the classic ski the skate ski does not have a grip zone beneath the middle of the ski, but has a stiff camber. The entire base of the skate ski is a glide zone for the ski to move smoothly and continuously in snow. Because of the stiffness of the camber the skate ski has less flexibility than the classic ski. To determine the ski fit for skate skis it requires a different test than classic skis. If the skate skis does not have enough camber, then the

of an icy mountain, Anjanette Grant straps on her skis and takes to the slope. Grant has been skiing these mountainous feats since she was eight years old and she is still into the sport today. As a child, her mother took her to Boston Mills in the Cleveland area. This is where she learned to ski, and though it was difficult at first, she has excelled to a mastery level today. When asked about the feelings she experiences while preparing to ski, Grant stated, "I feel excited to hit the slopes and

Ski Patrol Winter Park Ski Resort is a beautiful place to be. With its wonderful trees, many runs, terrain parks, and many restaurants on the mountain. Although there needs to be control of all of this area they have. This is where the Ski Patrol come in. They are there to help the skiers and snowboarders on the mountain and in the restaurants. Ski Patrol has been around for many years, from having a small group back when the started to now having a giant group of people. BEing on Ski Patrol comes

little brother Bruno was going to ski with his older siblings, me and my 12 year old brother, but the problem was that at the end of the first week we were all going heli skiing. If everything went well we would get new phones next week. So we had 5 days to teach Bruno how to ski through powder, in between trees and in general not be scared. We started easy on blue trails and started getting harder every day. The first day he was still trying to remember how to ski. By the last he was going with us

Ski or Flee? It was a beautiful sunny afternoon on Lake Roaming Rock in Roaming Shores, Ohio in the year 2010.  The lake was smooth, and I could see my reflection in the water.  It was about 85 degrees outside today, and the only thing I wanted to do was attempt to water ski.  It was the week after 4th of July, so there weren’t nearly as many people here as there were the last time.  I had seen people gliding across the water on a daily basis here on the lake, and they made it look easy.  I figured

at Ruidoso. One of the activities I remember doing was skiing. Skiing is not one of my best skills. I had gone skiing with my mom, my dad, and our, and I was a little bit nervous about it. So, I got on the ski lift, and sat there, frightened of being up so high from the ground. As the ski lift was dropping down, I was wondering how I was going to get off of the lift. So when my feet touched the ground, I

viewed obstacles as negatives during a difficult ski race, only to later realize that they had made me into a stronger person. 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

When the car started to slow down, and I heard the rumbling of my parents talking, I popped up to look out the window to see if it was officially the start of my annual New Hampshire ski trip. The adrenaline traveled throughout my body when we drove by the perfect snow covered mountains. I was eager to get upon them and ski down the light powdery sand like snow. I sprung out of the car at the sight of my vast, log house. My condo is right at the base of the mountain so when looking out you can see everything

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