Ski

As I was accustomed to turning on skis, I automatically assumed it would be as simple as turning the board with your feet. This knowledge did not translate well to snowboards, and as I attempted to turn right on the beginner’s slope, I fell backwards into the snow with a loud, audible THUD…

Deanna sipped her morning hot chocolate in quiet contemplation. She was curled up on a comfy couch in front of the large fireplace that warmed the common room of the ski resort. It was the quintessential resort filled with furs and taxidermied animal heads galore. Not to mention plenty of lacquered wood and chandeliers made of antlers. If one were to observe her they would think she was the model of comfort and ease. However, that was not the case; not at all. She was comfortable, sure there is…

Isolated from civilization, hundreds of kilometers away from the closest city, surrounded by land and more land, is the location of Mountain Apolaia. Covered mostly, in freezing ice for most of the year, and the target of a weather capable of frightening even the bravest of men, skiers know it as the mountain with the toughest slopes on the planet. The slopes are divided in two sections, the slopes of submission and pride slopes. Although both extremely difficult, most men, with the least sense…

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…

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…

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.…

had managed to land a plane with no landing gear. My heart was racing as I buckled my second foot in the boot; I was then ready to go down the mountain for my first time. I started out with a green slope for beginners, which was packed with little ski I school kids, as I was trying to turn my board I ended up jumping the berm and landing into a tree. I was laying in the freezing cold snow trying to get up with my board even though my feet were begging me to stop I went on. My body was giving up…

As I floated to the top of the hill on the ski lift, my stomach dropped and I grew hot despite the freezing temperatures outside. I was attempting to prepare myself for the sizable slope that I thought to be my impending doom. When I departed from the lift I turned my skis to position myself at the brink of slope. Then I tipped my skis over the edge of the hill with much initial regret. Throughout my years of skiing I had sprained joints, bruised limbs, and nearly broken bones. Despite my…

I could not hold onto the fact that I was actually going to learn to water ski. I was hoping to learn earlier but it was okay because the time was now and I didn’t want to say anything because all I wanted to do was water ski. My Mom was the one who announced it at breakfast that I might get to learn. So sure enough two hours after breakfast I got the call from my mom to go over to the pier and get my skis on. Then once I was suited up I hopped into the water and my grandpa quickly, casually…

beginning with the chair lift, standing at the top, and the trip down. At the base of the hill, I look up at the immensity before me. With my skis clicked in, my poles in my hand, I glide over the firmly packed snow to the chairlift. People wait anxiously; a portion, like myself, are impatient to complete another run; the rest is apprehensive to ski their first. Battling my way through the vicious horde to the loading…