10,000 ft up in the Rocky Mountains skiing my first black diamond ever. I slowly approached the trail as my heart was racing. With the Gopro on my chest I glanced over the edge and saw a huge vertical drop my mind says I'm not ready but my body wanted that adrenaline rush. My skis pointed straight down the edge and all my mass shifts forward and was off. Avoiding the moguls I swiftly weaved in and out making a powder wave that trailed behind me. Going straight down I speedily zoomed by others down the Mountain with the wind in my face and cold air seeping through the little cracks in my attire I know now that I just finished. The 110 inches of snow in the winter of 2014-2015 was the perfect time to learn how to ski I thought. I was at my
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When they asked that questions I immediately said “yes” but I knew I didn’t know how to and its probably not a good idea. A few minutes later I called my dad and he said maybe next time. If I think back and if I did go that day what would of happened it probably wouldn't be very fun for them if I was behind the whole time and they would wait for me. A few week later we went to a local ski hill, Ski Ward to get me my first lessons. Dad and I pull up to Ski Ward parking lot and I look up at this hill this only 220’ vertical hill it's not even a mountain and I think it is huge as I look up I'm very intimidated. Going into the building little kids about 6-10 year olds are running around. I didn't know how to react when I saw all these smaller kids flying by me. As went rented the ski equipment I sat down and tried to get these heavy, weird looking boots on my feet I pushed and pushed and eventually my dad helped me slip them on my feet. I try to walk in them to the instructor I keep falling in the snow and all the little kids look and laugh and it's really is embarrassing. During the lesson I meet the instructor and he happen to go to Algonquin and teach lessons for extra money. After the lesson I have learned the basic pizza-french
When they asked that questions I immediately said “yes” but I knew I didn’t know how to and its probably not a good idea. A few minutes later I called my dad and he said maybe next time. If I think back and if I did go that day what would of happened it probably wouldn't be very fun for them if I was behind the whole time and they would wait for me. A few week later we went to a local ski hill, Ski Ward to get me my first lessons. Dad and I pull up to Ski Ward parking lot and I look up at this hill this only 220’ vertical hill it's not even a mountain and I think it is huge as I look up I'm very intimidated. Going into the building little kids about 6-10 year olds are running around. I didn't know how to react when I saw all these smaller kids flying by me. As went rented the ski equipment I sat down and tried to get these heavy, weird looking boots on my feet I pushed and pushed and eventually my dad helped me slip them on my feet. I try to walk in them to the instructor I keep falling in the snow and all the little kids look and laugh and it's really is embarrassing. During the lesson I meet the instructor and he happen to go to Algonquin and teach lessons for extra money. After the lesson I have learned the basic pizza-french