Jet Ski

I nervously walked to the ski lifts with my cousins in a heavy red coat and black gloves. When I tried breathing, a cloud of white came out. I kept trying to calm my fired up nerves with breathing techniques. Try as I might, I couldn’t get my nerves to calm down. It was like my nerves were on fire and that fire couldn’t be put out. When we finally got to the ski lifts, my legs suddenly felt as if they had been weighed down. The closer the ski lift came, the heavier my legs were. I started to…

For Martyna. My best friend and biggest fan. Back Track Traveling through the mountains that are pregnant with a winter breeze, a light grey haze slowly forces itself into my line of sight. As we travel at this remarkable speed, the haze becomes brighter and brighter, slowly engulfing more and more of my surroundings. With each passing second, everything that I see forms one image. They become the spectacle that is my future. I’m still young and have no way to interpret what I have seen.…

grandparents- gather each year for a giant Thanksgiving. My parents have been to Utah many times for separate occasions. They told us stories about all the ski mountains, the nature, the deer and elk, and the tourist attractions. We lived in Ohio, so being in the mountains was a first for the family.…

D.C. Souvenir My memento is a beanie and sweatshirt that I bought on the senior class D.C. trip. The beanie is black, white, and gray. It has washington wrapped around the top of it, with a D.C. logo at the bottom of it. The sweatshirt is also black, white, and gray. On the chest of the sweatshirt says Washington D.C. and also down the left arm sleeve. The interesting part about me purchasing these two souvenirs was that I was given a dollar coin since my purchase was a large enough purchase…

test tubes inside all day when I could be burning my lips off flying down a mountain? Fast forward eight years, and while I have grown to understand and respect professions from all walks of life, my passion for skiing remains ever so present. When I ski, I fly. Nothing can catch me. No physics problem set, no essay on Beowulf’s attitude towards Grendel, no marketing presentation could ever do more than nip at my heels when I’m gliding down the slopes. When my grandfather died, I wept. I cried.…

determination, toughness, and good physical fitness. It is the one thing that I look forward to all year (other than cross country). My dad was the one that taught me to ski; he had been a ski instructor for ten years before and after college. I began skiing when I was only two years old. At that time, my dad would put me on a ski leash so that I couldn’t get too far away from him and crash. Being only two, it was very scary for me; at the same time, it was super exciting because my parents had…

strenuous place to reach but you can have a little fun too, but if you can’t roll with the punches it can be exhausting if you’re new to snowboarding. Mammoth has copious amount of activities for people of all skill levels and age groups, like kids ski club for the little ones. All the way up to double black diamond slopes for pros. There are also bars, cafes, a small museum of sorts, and shops for people who like to shop on their vacation. The whole trip was a little exhausting; still it’s…

Snow flies through the air. Blistery, frigid, and stinging air flows through the crowd. The sound of the ice crunching as the board glides over the shiny course projects through the Phoenix Snow Park in PyeongChang, South Korea. 17 year old Red Gerard is having the run of his life as he spins through the air. His final run is his best yet, with him using the whole slopestyle course to his advantage. After falling in both of his first two runs, things weren’t looking too good. Red was sitting in…

Before I was born, my father was a ski bum. When my dad graduated college, he moved out west to Colorado to live the ski bum dream: eat, sleep, ski, repeat. Once, he decided he wore the ski bum identity out, he moved back to Connecticut. There he met my mom and then came along me. Until I was about seven, my dad took his break from skiing so that he could take care of me along with my mom. As a kid, he would always tell me his crazy stories about skiing out west and how amazing the snow is. One…

CLICK TO SHARE Man on ski slope with snow bikeIt’s a blue bird day—sun shining, no clouds in sight—and the snow beneath your blades is like satin. You got first chair and are ready to feel the wind up against your jacket. But there’s no need to strap in or grab your poles. Instead, you grab the handle bars and push off, cruising on the three “skis” of Snogo, a new downhill snow bike due to hit the market in early 2016. “I wouldn’t be on the mountain if it wasn’t for ski bikes,” says Obed…