Ski

Ski Trip to Vermont My friends and I consider ourselves to be very spontaneous and adventurous. It was one cold week in February of 2016, when a group of about 6 of my friends (including me) all decided that we wanted to go to Vermont for the weekend to ski and snow tube. Considering this would be my first trip with no parental guidance at all, I was apprehensive about asking my mom. On the way to drop me off after school one day, my best friend Tony told me to tell her that he was going too…

free. I also felt very frigid. As I reached the bottom of the slope, I waited for myself to slow down. I didn’t know how to do that cool thing with my skis where I twist sideways so I stop and kick up snow. I had just finished going down my favorite ski trail, Skycoaster. I go to Hunt Hollow, a ski mountain my dad “works” at. He is part of the ski patrol, so he helps out injured skiers. Also, cheap admission. It was getting late, and I only had time for one more ride, and I was planning on…

when I am preparing for ski races, waxing my skis. Preparing my skis for a race weekend requires applying multiple layers of wax to my skis. The wax we use is commonly a fluorocarbon mixture. In order for the wax to be saturated into the ski, the block must be melted with an iron. Once the wax melts on the iron, the wax is dripped onto the entire ski. In order to ensure that the wax is melted into the ski, a hand iron is slid down the ski several times. Once the ski cools from the wax,…

We loved to ski, my friends and I. Every Thursday was a chance to escape into the ski hill and leave all of our problems at the door of the ski lodge. Ski club was an essential part of our lives in the winter. There was no one telling us we couldn’t eat a cookie and fries for dinner. No one telling us we can’t scream and yelp with excitement like we did on the ski hill. My friends and I were known to be the last ones on the bus, and this week would be no exception. We had just finished dinner,…

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…

year. As I rushed to the brightly colored christmas tree I noticed there was a huge rectangular package leaning behind it. Immediately I jumped towards the package in desperation. As I teared its red wrapping paper off i noticed that it was a pair of skis. Right then my Mom walked into the living room and told me that this would be the year that I skied. Naturally being a six year old i didn't appreciate the notion right away because I wanted toys instead. However this changed as soon as it was…

life. To truly understand the joy of skiing, you must feel the connections to everything around you. From your body to the skis, from the skis to the snow and ice, from the icy snow to the ground, you must feel and connect through all of it. That is when you can finally understand the freedom gliding through and on the snow brings. After donning my equipment, I board the ski lift. As I go up I can see everything. There are skiers in plumes of white powder, a father guiding his child down the…

So once upon a time I decided that I would learn how to ski. Now, I'm pretty sure everybody knows what skiing is. Where you get on a lift, go up a mountain, ski down, and then start all over again. Turns out there is a lot more to it than just pointing your skis in the direction you want to go and then ta-da. Learning how to stop is probably a very crucial factor in skiing, but I thought it was so easy that I could do it without much instruction. Turns out it's very important to get instructions…

Soft whooshing sounds rose up from beneath my skis as they slid across the soft crystal like snow glistening in the bright winter sun. The cool and crisp air was the ideal temperature for a day of skiing, not too cold to make it uncomfortable, but still cold enough to keep the snow from melting and turning slushy. With these snow conditions and bright blue skies above, all in all, it looked to be a perfect day for skiing with my family. Accompanied by my Mom, Uncle, and 4 cousins, we woke at…

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…