When I was twelve years old my family decided to try snowboarding and skiing for the first time. So with some arrangement made and the car packed, we were ready to go. After several hours of driving we found ourselves surrounded by bright white snow. We were almost to our destination of Seven Springs Pennsylvania. As we approached the mountains of snow we were all excited, but there is more to snowboarding/skiing then meets the eye.
The first thing we did was to collect all our equipment we would need such as boards, skis, poles, wax, etc. Around this time it was already late, so we went to check out the condominium that we rented. We rented a condominium because we planned to stay for a week and it was on the resort. We unpacked, got everything
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This is because of two things. The first being that a ski lift never stops, I had to jump on while it was still moving. Secondly, I had to already be strapped in to the snowboard before going on the lift, so you can’t exactly jump on to it. Luckily I eventually made it on after a few failed attempts.
The first mountain we headed up to was medium difficulty. When you get off the lift I could see people speeding past me with ease. This made me nervous, but I continued down the mountain with my older brother. On these mountains if I was to turn down the wrong path or miss judge the mountain I could have easily fallen off. This thought was constantly running through my head. So I took off my snowboard and started walking down the mountain instead.
I soon would soon realize that I made a bad choice. After about a half hour of walking down the mountain I sat on my snowboard to take a break. When I stood up the board slid out from under me and started making it’s way down the mountain without me. In turn I was forced to chase it, as it caused other snowboarders and skiers to dodge and avoid my board and me. So if I ever try snowboarding again I will know not to take off the snowboard while on the mountain and that’s how I learned my
At 6pm on a Saturday evening, Sally and her parents were on their way to go skiing for their 20th time. The whole family was extremely excited and looking forward to this, especially since the place was somewhere they’d never been to before. As they were in the car, Sally was daydreaming about what the place would look like, and wondered if her worst fear would be there: ski lifts. Everything about this scared her. The car is out in the open, has no roof, and the ride could malfunction at any time. Since this unanswered question was on her mind now, she decided to ask her parents to see if they knew. “I’m just wondering, do either of you know if there are going to be ski lifts at the place?” Both of her parents paused in confusion but didn’t
Some other factors that can come into play are: snow conditions, the type of snowboard, and experience of the rider. Which are much more advanced topics, and way beyond the scope of what we're worrying about here. What I am mainly going to be looking at are the basic characteristics of your average snowboard jump.
Throughout time, the progression and evolution of snowboarding has increased greatly. It has gone from non existence in the late 1970’s, to one of the most watched action sports in a matter of thirty-five years. The upward takeoff and popularity of snowboarding relies on two people, Jake Burton and Shaun White. Jake Burton back in 1977 had the vision for what snowboarding would be, but Shaun White had what it took to manifest that vision. Evidence has shown that time brings change in sports, history has repeated itself with snowboarding, this history reflects the time & changes that has occurred in America.
I am now a professional snowboarder with my friends at Mammoth Mountain, the local resort, anxiously preparing for the X- Games slopestyle competition that is a few days away. The slopestyle competition that I am competing in is a snowboarding course that consists of rails and jumps that are
Next, take a few steps up a slight incline with your front foot in the snowboard binding and your back foot out. Make sure that the snowboard is perpendicular to the incline. Take one step with your foot that is not attached to the snowboard, then lift your foot with the snowboard attached to it and take a step with the entire snowboard. Keep taking baby steps until you are up an incline. The process can become tiring after a while, but for beginners the ski-lift is not quite recommended at this point. You should be looking for beginner slopes with a very small incline.
That thing was probably the most horrible thing I have ever seen. I have never been in contact with such a space consuming thing. It moved with a lack of elegance and fluidity. Snowboarders are probably the most annoying people on the earth. Don’t we have enough board related sports? Who had even invented the art of snowboarding? I had first learned to ski at the age of six, and had never even thought of learning how to snowboard. I was even annoyed at other snowboarder’s presence on the slopes and their laid back way of life. All I knew was skiing, and I loved it. When I asked my family what they thought about my skiing they said that I had a certain unique touch to it. Ever since I had learned how to ski, I had just wanted to get better and I was
A few winters ago, some friends invited my family and me to go snow skiing at Paoli Peaks, Indiana. I did not know how to snow ski, and I leaped at the thought of trying this new sport. On the first morning we entered the pro shop to rent all the gear and make decisions about whether or not to take lessons or go it alone. We decided to be adventurous and go it alone—no lessons. Kent and Celeste, the friends who invited us, knew how to ski and snowboard. He assured us that he could show us the basics, and we would be on our way down the slopes. All of us, after a few minutes learning how to wedge our skis started down the family trail. Although the family trail had smaller hills and appeared safe, to me it seemed way
Sledding is a childhood experience full of laughter and excitement. From the first time a child is pulled in a sled to the time when they attempt their first crazy sledding feat, wonderful memories are being created. Sometimes these memories blur together like snowflakes in a January wind. Happy memories with forgotten details, but still leading to the same ending; delight. Most of my sledding memories were like this; running through backyards and flying down hills. Sometimes however, memories are not always delightful. One memory in particular fell into that category.
I knew taking this shortcut was a mistake, yet I didn't think I had enough strength to keep climbing this monumental cliff with the others. The humidity was affecting my vision and the ground now started to spin. The muscles in my legs felt
The freezing wind had chilled my hand to the bone. Even as I walked into my cabin, I shivered as if there was an invisible man shaking me. My ears, fingers, toes, and noes had turned into a pale purple, only starting to change color once I had made a fire and bundled myself in blankets like ancient Egyptians would do to their deceased Pharaohs. The once powdered snow on my head had solidified into a thin layer of ice. I changed out of the soaking wet clothes I was wearing and put on new dry ones. With each layer I became more excited to go out and start snowboarding. I headed for the lift with my board and my hand. Each step was a struggle with the thick suit of snow gear I was armored in.
stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep
A blast of adrenaline charges throughout my body as I experience the initial drop. My body's weight shifts mechanically, cutting the snow in a practiced rhythm. The trail curves abruptly and I advance toward a shaded region of the mountain. Suddenly, my legs chatter violently, scraping against the concealed ice patches that pepper the trail. After overcompensating from a nearly disastrous slip, balance fails and my knees buckle helplessly. In a storm of powder snow and ski equipment, body parts collide with nature. My left hand plows forcefully into ice, cracking painfully at the wrist. For an eternity of 30 seconds, my body somersaults downward, moguls of ice toy with my head and further agonize my broken wrist. Ultimately veering into underbrush and pine trees, my cheeks burn, my broken wrist surging with pain. Standing up confused, I attempt climbing the mountain but lose another 20 feet to the force of gravity.
We get warmed up on this hill and are ready to go on some bigger slopes. The Hemlock, the biggest hill at Timber Ridge, I had never done this hill but I was ready today. We board over to the lift and head up. I’m a little nervous but at the same time I was more confident in my snowboarding abilities than ever. I strap myself in at the top of the hill and prepare for the massive hill. Apparently I was not paying enough attention to the terrain because I go down the same side as the moguls. As a younger man these moguls looked colossal to me. I somehow make it through the moguls and pick up speed towards the end of the hill. I was going too fast and did not want to fly into anybody or onto the frozen pond. I panic and take a leap of faith into the ground. “FEWWWW”, I’m alright and feeling pretty good about myself for not actually falling on the hill. My confidence is pretty high at this point so we go to the terrain park. The beginner park is called the pumpkin patch. You take a tow rope up the hill not a lift. I grab the rope as it yanks me up the hill. At the top I survey the hill. There is 2 grinds, a few jumps and some other things that I was not sure what they were. I start down the hill and go for the wide grind. I miraculously don’t bust my head on the grind, next was a jump I go off it and fall when I land. This is pretty normal I’m told since it’s my first time on the terrain park. I practice a bunch more times and get decent at the
Have you ever experience extreme boredom during the winter or have those wintertime blues? There is a sport out there that could very well dissipate those feelings, and that sport is snowboarding. Snowboarding is a sport for the adrenaline junkie. It is guaranteed to get your heart racing. The rush Will keep you coming back for more!
Descending the mountain does not mean an individual takes a step back. Although the individual is not moving forward, they still continue on their path for satisfaction. Few people wish to stay at the top of a single mountain. Many aspire to reach even higher peaks. When someone travels down the mountain, they refresh on their current situation to prepare for the next summit. The only way descending a mountain can be seen as bad is when a traveler leaves before reaching the top. In America, people constantly work for bigger and better