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Snowmobiling on Priest Mountain In late May I never pictured myself carving a highmark on Priest Mountain. Priest Mountain is nestled on the east edge of the Grand Mesa National Forest. Deep sugary snow and feathery blue spruce trees cover the mountain and the area around. One fine day it occurred that I had the opportunity to carve my highmark and I still I have the mental image of my territory after that day. Even before that day, Priest has left a impression on me. Priest Mountain, for me

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

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

Bombardier: The Snowmobile Legacy 1. Who was the inventor of the ski-doo and where was he from? The inventor of the ski-doo was Joseph-Armand Bombardier and he was from Valcourt, Quebec. 2. What did the company decide to buy in the 1980’s? What does this product do? The company bought Canadair in the 1980's. This product is a jet which means that it flies. 3. What type of product was “LRC”? What does this acronym stand for? The "LRC" was a transportation vehicle designated for passenger travel

Once we arrived at the mountain, I can remember feeling nothing but joy, not because I couldn't wait to go sledding, but because for 40 straight minutes we had to Indore my friend Sophia's older brother Danny yell "are we there yet", over and over and over, you would think that an 11-year-old would be more mature than that, but then again we were talking about the boy who spends his days playing video games in his dad's basement. As we stepped out of the car we all put our snow gear on, and headed

My eyes widen as my dad hurtles past me in his neon green skis. I cringe as he accelerates towards the end of the slope - I know he’s going to wipe out. My dad couldn’t seem to make his skis face inwards in a triangle to slow down. Like I expected, his arms fly through the air, and he plunges into the snow. I can’t resist laughing as I make my way down the slope and help my dad up. At the time, I only thought about how funny it was, but looking back, I realize it contains an important lesson. When

May killers are metaphorically cold blooded, but some literally are. These assassins, called ice blood disciples, train for years to master the arts of ice and winter. They learn to create blades and arrows form ice, and to lower their own body temperatures until they are hardly alive. Few can match them is precision and stealth. When you choose this archetype at 3rd level, you can create weapons out of ice for you to use. As a bonus action you can create any weapon you are proficient with that

Some people are poets because they love poetry and some people are dancers because they appreciate dancing. I am an outdoorsman because I enjoy nature. As a young child, I loved being outside and playing in the woods. I still enjoy being in God's country today. Everything I do from hunting to snowmobiling leads to why I am an outdoorsman. Forests, lakes, and rivers are the places I love to spend my time. No matter what I am doing outside I will always be happy. My favorite part about being an outdoorsman

The Snowmobile Incident The warning sirens for the unexpected avalanche sounded. Nine out of ten of the women on the snowmobile vacation in Yellowstone National Park were ready to get to safety, away from the snow slide threat. It was a difficult decision for Corrine Meyer to make, but she had to face her deadly fear of heights to get to safety. Corrine was told that she had to drive over Sylvan Pass, a mountain pass with the elevation of 8524 feet’, by herself on the snowmobile in order to pass

The sound of the engine revving high into the RPMs, my heart pounding fast leaping from one side to the other getting the snowmobile on edge to crave. The corner is coming up in my yard, trying to push myself to the limits, I take the corner as fast as I ever have leaning hard to one side of the snowmobile trying to ensure that it wouldn’t tip. As I was struggling to keep my foot placement on my slippery, snow-covered running boards that then had melted into water I slipped trying to hold on with