Skiing

person needs to know the difference between snowboarding and skiing. First, a person needs to know the difference in the learning curve involved in snowboarding and skiing. Skiing is probably the harder one to master. In skiing, a person can clock at least 80 miles an hour on a head wall(this is the steep face of a hill; also it is a hard speed to control). Therefore people have to learn to control their speed in high speeds. Also, skiing requires a lot more coordination. Learning what pole to…

taking calculated risks. It took physical and mental pain to realize this; however, my early experiences became the catalysts for what would become a driving force of my personality. My first lesson in the danger of blind risk was when I attempted skiing with a group of experts just to make friends. I should have taken the bunny hill. I started out shaky; soon the ground beneath began passing faster. Before I knew it, the earth fell from my skis. As the snow covered my battered face, I felt…

numb fingers, frozen eyelashes and aching muscles from cross-country skiing over the years become routine for how I spend my winters. However the lessons learned from this sport extend past the practices. Over the years the repetition of the practice becomes routine but never mundane the challenge of scaling a new hill or getting a faster time could never lose its appeal. The lesson of perseverance and determination Nordic skiing has taught me incredible lessons of mental endurance. There is…

“I know you can do it,” my dad said. I was slowly moving my skies forward only skiing for my third time. When trees were next to me and the parking lot all the way down I knew this couldn't be good. I just flew down the hill where my skies were almost of the hill. With the snow in my face, the wind making me ears cold, and the fact that I had no idea where I was going I was frightened. I was so scared to keep on skiing, I was just about to plan to fall over. I opened my eyes and there I was on…

For my family vacation when I was 14 my family and I went to Ruidoso, New Mexico to go snow skiing. My Mom, Dad, Brother, and I went the year before, so we decided to invite my aunt or uncles for our second trip.It took us around 10 hours to get there with all the traffic. Since it was going to be such a long drive, we left at midnight. So that we could drive through the night to make the drive seem shorter. We ended up getting there at like 8 or 9 the next morning. All we wanted to do was hit…

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 the crack of dawn, packed the car with equipment and snacks, and began the hour and a half trek to Mount Sunapee in New Hampshire. At best, my level of skiing competence…

When I was nine years old my parents finally told me that I could go skiing with them on their annual skiing trip that they do every February. Although they commonly go in February, they decided to also take me and my brother in December and said that we would still go in February. When the day arrived, we loaded our car up and left our house and started to head to Breckenridge, Colorado. About ten minutes after we left, my mom goes “Oh Crap”. My dad asks what and then she told him that we left…

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 injuries, my goal remained untouched. I was determined to ski down the largest hill at Perfect North Slopes, Center Stage. For years I practiced turns, jumps, moguls, and…

John. He had invited me to go backcountry skiing with him on a mountain in Salt Lake City a month from now, something I had never done before. Though I lived in Salt Lake City, where there were plenty of unexplored places to go backcountry skiing, I had always stuck to resort skiing because I had the idea that backcountry skiing was something very difficult and dangerous. However, I had full trust in John, who was very knowledgeable and experienced with skiing in the backcountry. I accepted his…

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…