Blasting down the slopes at high speeds, feeling the wind smack you across the face. go on the terrible 8-hour drive but to come to the comfort of a nice cabin with a warm fire. It’s hard to get used to the altitude. The harsh cold strikes your skin, burning when it touches. It’s weird though because you love the feeling because you’re doing something you love.
When skiing its always about how good you are that’s the goal for most. I remember my first year skiing. I only went down greens, and I never tried jumping or going at high speeds. I was just learning at that point, and I hardly knew the basics. The next year was different though because I started going down the blues and going fast too. At the start, my parents would be way ahead of me and would have to slow down to help me catch up but this time I was the one in the head of them and I learned new tricks and secret paths. …show more content…
I’m always the first one to go onto the slopes. You can’t wait for the lift to take you up, you stand in line eager to take you up the hill. You listen to your snow boot clamp against the ground as you stomp your way up to the front only to find the gondola is under repair and you must take a bus to the next one 3 miles away. And the worst part is trying to run in them is terrible because they weigh like 20 pounds.
Getting on the bus is always relaxing because you get to go to the nice bus that is heated. It’s a nice feeling compared to the freezing temperature. You may not understand but skiing is fun for a couple moments and then it just works. You go down the hill at incredible speeds having the time of your life only for you to have to get off, take off your skis and walk to the gondola and ride it up for 15 minutes. But you never regret the time spent because you look forward to going again and
When skiing its always about how good you are that’s the goal for most. I remember my first year skiing. I only went down greens, and I never tried jumping or going at high speeds. I was just learning at that point, and I hardly knew the basics. The next year was different though because I started going down the blues and going fast too. At the start, my parents would be way ahead of me and would have to slow down to help me catch up but this time I was the one in the head of them and I learned new tricks and secret paths. …show more content…
I’m always the first one to go onto the slopes. You can’t wait for the lift to take you up, you stand in line eager to take you up the hill. You listen to your snow boot clamp against the ground as you stomp your way up to the front only to find the gondola is under repair and you must take a bus to the next one 3 miles away. And the worst part is trying to run in them is terrible because they weigh like 20 pounds.
Getting on the bus is always relaxing because you get to go to the nice bus that is heated. It’s a nice feeling compared to the freezing temperature. You may not understand but skiing is fun for a couple moments and then it just works. You go down the hill at incredible speeds having the time of your life only for you to have to get off, take off your skis and walk to the gondola and ride it up for 15 minutes. But you never regret the time spent because you look forward to going again and