Descriptive Essay On Skis

As I jump off the pontoon, I feel the freezing water surround my body. I'll slip on the boots of the skis and grab the handlebar. Releasing my grip, I put one thumb up into the wind to signal I’m ready to go. Suddenly there is a tug on the rope, and I’m being dragged through the water. Pressing the skis against the cold water, I can finally stand up above the waves. The boat pulls me around the bend of the lake, and the view of all the enormous cabins is thrilling. The seniors on the campground beach will clap and stand up from their Adirondack chairs to wave or whistle. As my legs begin to feel tired, I wave one last time and let go of the handlebar. I can feel my body quickly sink down into the water; the life jacket on my chest will be

After calculating the fair value of Snowy Ridge’s assets it was necessary to test for impairment. Impairment was tested by comparing the carrying value of each asset to its fair value (see table 2). The carrying value of marketable securities as of June 30th was $4,500,000. The current fair value of marketable securities was found to be 4,565,000, a positive difference of$ 65,000. Changes in marketable securities are reported even without impairment, thus an adjustment was made (see table 3). The carrying value of the mountain division as of June 30th was $12,360,000. The current fair

The greasy scent of cheap burgers and fries wafted into the car as we pulled into the parking lot of a Wendy’s, right in the heart of who-knows-where, East Tennessee. I couldn’t contain my excitement as I rushed my 12-year-old self out of the minivan and into the palace of grease. Clad in ratty sweatpants and a t-shirt with my hair pressed down from my prolonged use of headphones, it was evident that I spent long hours sitting in a car, asking “if we’re there yet” too many times to count. In this moment, however, carving up Snowshoe Mountain on my snowboard didn’t seem as exciting as the machine that stood across the room. Standing tall, shiny, and red, the Coca-Cola Freestyle soda fountains were in the early stages of being released, and

We were all encouraged to choke down as much food as possible. Any kind of energy was essential. A melancholy atmosphere hung heavy as the journey progressed. Minutes walking slowly progressed into hours, the sky seemed to darken steadily. All of us were oblivious to the danger shrouded by the dim evening. Only moments after scaling a rather steep ledge did nature dice to turn sour. A deafening rumble made each climber perk up. Snow began to descend at an alarming rate. Thunder began to mic the steady beating of a drum, causing more concern among the ranks of climbers. The powdery snow became more of a risk than ever, climbing under pressure and leaving nothing to stand on. Third base was more than three hours away. Three hours wasn't possible at the rate. Snowfall this bad could be detrimental to the climb’s success. Snow obscured vision and numbed faces. Shouts and orders deemed lost in the screaming wind; people’s figure became shapeless blurs frantically shifting, hoping if they struggled against the wind hard enough, they might find someone. Of course, this was to no avail. Not a single person doubted their demise would come at this point: the stakes were high and no-one could play too well against Mother Nature. The snow crept up to knee-level, making it harder and harder to travel. Death and I were face-to-face. To some, they couldn't bare the idea of dying up here; they had families and friends, children who need parents and

Just this past summer, under the hot, and sticky sun, we pushed our car to the limit, on our 1,000 mile journey to the Rocky Mountains in Colorado, although in actuality we might have pushed our fears to the absolute limit. Flipping through the Colorado vacation brochure proved to have posed some interesting vacation destinations, such as "Big Bear Lake" and Trail Ridge Road. With the intent to get high in the sky, our family headed out the next morning to Trail Ridge Road, which is a road that takes you up to a staggering height of 12,000 feet. Although optimistic, we imagined of the vast fields of green, the glacier-topped mountains, and the valleys that undertake the them. As we climbed up to the peak, it seemed apparent that there

Seven billion, four hundred forty-two million, one hundred seventy-two thousand, two hundred forty-five people are alive today at this exact moment. Are they all the same you ask, have all the same interests? What percentage of people in the world do you meet during your years of life before it's your time to go? And of the people you meet, are they all the same or do they have differences, have those differences affected you? What has opened my eyes to the world and the different people who inhabit it has been my passion for ski racing. Most people think that to ski race or even ski at all you need money. That the people you meet are all the same, white, upper-class, and privileged. Young people that have no sense of manners or respectfulness

Driving to school brings thoughts of stress and anxiety to my mind, only thinking of when papers are due, or when the next test is; almost as if I’m a different person. Knowing that the mountain will always be there helps me get through the day. Precedence dictates that I have to act a certain way, as if I’m top dog to keep my rep up. It’s not just me though seeing how everyone acts, most people are trying to be someone else to impress my cohorts. Riding up on the plush snow is how I wanna live, only wishing I could feel that back in the glossy passages of high

African American veneration of elders did not begin in the new world but was transported by slave ships from Africa during the Middle Passage. Despite the many Africans who chose to acclimate to slavery to survive in the new world, there were many who held tight to their beliefs and traditions including ancestor worship. The values that have been passed down from generation to generation have focused on family, along with the emphasis on both children and elders in the African American community (Billingsley, 1992). From the onset of slavery in the United States, informal caregiving included fictive kin and has played a crucial role in the African American community as a response to racism, according to Sudarkasa (1996). During slavery in the

An interest, a hobby, or a lifestyle? Nordic skiing has put many tolls on my life. Through hard work and dedication; I have put myself in a position where not only would my application be incomplete without mentioning skiing, but my life would be unthinkable without it. To be a successful skier, there are many obstacles a person must overcome. Which all include an unimaginable prize to be won.

Mom and I got up early and started coffee and breakfast for everyone, and my dad and sister joined us in the kitchen after they both got their showers. We got our equipment, headed down to the lift, and rode it halfway up the mountain. The lifts were the only time that any of us regretted not wearing heavy coats. When you’re on the ground, the trees block most of the wind, and you’re actually moving and active. Sitting on those lifts, though, you were too high to have the thick forest to protect against the wind, and you were stuck sitting still.

A violent gust of wind laughed as the two girls were trying to reach the conclusion of the hike. The bitter mountain scorned at Lori and Kayla, unleashing its wrath by letting rocks fall keeping the girls on their toes. Lori and Kayla felt as though the entire world was against them. They were so sure that they picked the correct path, but after walking another three miles, the pathway was slowly disappearing from under their feet and they had no idea where they were.“What are we going to do Kayla! We are completely lost, and there it is impossible to get down the way we came. I have no idea where we came from!” Lori exclaimed. Kayla stood there silent in complete shock about what their current situation was. Kayla thought to herself, “I am supposed to be the strong one. But I don't think I can keep this up. I don’t have a plan. What if we never make it off this mountain? It will be my

It’s normal for a child to occasionally forget to do their homework, get fidgety when they lose interest in an activity, or speak out of turn during class time. But inattentiveness, hyperactivity, and impulsivity are all signs of attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD). ADHD is a neuro-development disorder and can start as early as three years old throughout adulthood. People with ADHD have trouble focusing on tasks and activities, this can have a negative impact on the individual in different ways. It can make the child feel alone, incompetent, and powerless and those that don’t understand this behavior only intensified their struggle. Family and schools have a major impact on the life of a child suffering with ADHD. Parents who

Skiing is the most fun when I have close friends to help me progress and share experiences with, so I started a group where kids from my school of almost all ages go skiing or snowboarding at our local resort, Mountain Creek. It all came together in middle school, and we still have the group together today; we call it “Creek Club.” Since it was extremely challenging to get 20 high schoolers (teenagers) to all organize a plan, I created a chat where we can talk, and coordinate when everyone will go to the mountain. I've also taught several friends how to ski or snowboard. Teaching someone to ski is difficult, but I want my friends to enjoy everything skiing has to offer. Every Friday, about 20 of us all hit the slopes for the evening. When I

Over the summer, my family and I drove up to Maine in order to visit my grandpa and relax. For the past couple of years, my dad and I have planned a few days to go hiking. We got into hiking a couple of years ago when we first discovered Tumbledown Mountain. After our first hike together, we were entranced by the beauty of nature and peacefulness that we were eager to plan more. This became a tradition because my dad and I rarely get to spend a lot of time together due to our busy schedules.

I stare down the foggy hill, I can’t see the bottom. My stomach begins to turn in circles, I have never been this scared to ski before. The rush of butterflies takes off as I do.