Narrative Essay: Nick Keefer: No Chimneys In Winter

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When the leaves have just about taken over the ground with a fiery, warm essence, I know it’s time I allow myself to indulge. The season is just around the corner, so it’s not torture to watch todays New Schooler’s post, “Nick Keefer: No Chimneys in PC” or “Skiing’s Baddest Bitch Joins Virtika”. It’s finally a measurable time before the air begins to flutter down white flakes of comfort. There is something so peaceful about winter that many people seem to just not understand. Ok, yes. It can be brutally chilling when you step outside into the -4 degree morning air, but that’s why you don’t wake up before the sun has fully risen and warmed the surface. The temperature will be slightly more forgiving at 10am, a whopping 10 degrees freezing. …show more content…
Both my parents were devoted professional skiers, without snow they wouldn’t be who they were. They came from a long line of skiers. Only a few ever became professional, but for the majority no one on either side struggled to make turns in deep powder. They grew up always taking trips around the world to compete and ski different mountain ranges. A lot of the trips weren 't funded which called for my parents to use their personal savings.Which never was a problem for them, they always budgeted well. Or at least I always thought they did. Being a professional skier you won’t be a millionaire, you make a livable wage. Whatever that means now a days. Regardless, my parents always had money. We didn’t have wealthy relatives, even the dead ones were poor. Us Priors lived for a living, made the most of each day. We were a well liked family inside the ski industry and out. My mom promoted female skiers and worked with a few different all women ski foundations. For my dad, he was just crazy, and would try anything someone tempted him with. People respected them. I grew up in Salt Lake City, Utah and made a small newly restored log cabin my home. Nothing too out of the ordinary,except the fireplace that is. It was like no other, beautiful stone surrounded the modern gas fireplace, with floor to ceiling glass windows to the left. Exposing a beautiful view of the mountains. The living room was a warm, cozy room that always smelled like cinnamon and spice. We lived within walking distance to the mountain that only enabled our addiction. Our town wasn’t like other ski towns, normally the off season turns into ghost season, we stayed populated all year

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