Ski Trip


Ski Trip

Standing in awe, cold air permeated through my hair. The smell
of fresh and minty pine scent complimented the beautiful vantage of the
wilderness. With my boots wedged in the snow, a shiver took over my
body. This is was a place of peacefulness and tranquility. Never
before had I been so close with nature.
Facing the north was the vast forest. To the left and right, only
the crystal white snow was visible. While looking up, I caught a
glimpse of the old ski lift, the solo apparatus which was my passport to
this great adventure. All that could be heard was the sweet chirping of
birds nestled upon tree branches. "This is indeed a moment to
remember." I thought to myself. Being that close to nature could put
anyone in a state of nirvana.
As I stood admiring the clear blue sky and the world around me, I
was interrupted by my friends\' constant taunting, "Come on, let\'s go!"
They were not rookies. They had experienced the sport of skiing and
the atmosphere around it and were not as enthusiastic toward the
surroundings as I was. Their calls became louder, with annoyance. I
stepped up to the edge of a great slope. The steepness of this colossal
block of snow I stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was
down. I took a deep breath with no worries, for this was not the first
time I was confronted with a suicide mission. In a heartbeat, the
exhilarating feeling of going downhill on a pair of thin skis took over.
The breeze rushed through my hair and flew vigorously. Veering left
and right, dodging inanimate objects, and racing with my buddies at the
same time was truly a thrilling feeling, although dangerous. Flying
down a slope at fifty miles and hour, I felt as if I could leap up and fly
away just like an eagle taking off. Skiing was indeed an incredible
feeling.

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