Examples Of Narrative Essay On Snowbird
Danger levels or no danger levels, Snowbird tickets were quite expensive; so when we showed up to find a number of the main lifts closed due to the wind, we were not about to just turn around and go home. There still remained quite a few lifts that were not shut down, even though we could see the chairs swinging in the wind. My brothers and I honestly wondered why they were shutting down the lifts considering the wind was not very intense. We had snowboarded in much harsher weather and actually looked forward to the challenge of forcing our way against 20 mile an hour winds. The wind picked up to twice that speed once we were at the top however. The first lift we decided to board was called The Peruvian Express which rose from 8,110 ft. above sea level to a 10,518 elevation. This was the second longest lift on the hill, the first being closed much to our chagrin. It was always our tactic to get close to other skiers in order to hear the normal conversations of where the snow was good and where to not go. As we approached the line to the lift, we could quickly tell from the conversations that the conditions were on the harsh side.
“Man! The wind is really picking up on the top.” Now, you just dropped this in here, so need to tie it to what you said previously—same with below. Might have a little …show more content…
dialogue discussion of wind conditions and whether you should continue on.
“I know, but this is the best run on the hill so far.” Danger had always excited my brother Nathan and I. Having grown up on a farm, we had often gotten into difficult situations because of our search for a “new thrill”. One time we hooked a ski rope to one of the farm's off-road vehicles and one of us drove along side the large canal near our house while the other person wakeboarded down the 30 foot wide canal. Even if the danger made one of us uncomfortable, neither of us would let our pride down enough to say that we did not want to go through with it. This was the case whether it was a friendly competition or some stunt that we were going to attempt. Niklas soon became part of this manly search for danger and Nathan and I soon warmed up to him. I have grown somewhat stubborn from all of these competitions. They have always been fun, but it is also one of the reasons why I find myself in trouble so often. “I hope this isn't one of those times”, I thought to myself. Despite the warnings surrounding us, we figured we would get on the lift considering we had paid plenty of money to be here today. Sitting down on the four-person quick lift, we did not figure that the wind would hit us until we were almost to the top, but it proved otherwise. With every couple hundred vertical feet, I could feel the icy spikes of the wind piercing my three or four layers of snow gear. I had even made sure to wear my high-quality windbreaker but at the moment, my coat felt like nothing more than a glorified tank top. I looked over at Nathan, Niklas, and my dad to see that it was affecting them the same way. All four of us had our chins tucked down inside the tall necks of our coats, mimicking frightened turtles hurdling down into their shells. There was little to nothing else we could do as we climbed thousands of feet up into the clouds. Any place you could add dialogue to move the action along? As I looked around, I decided that the lift ride would have been quite enjoyable if not for the cold. The higher elevations of the mountains were beautiful to look a,t and if you looked out towards Salt Lake City, you could see the miniscule buildings far below. As we went along, the lift would go along a horizontal plane and then suddenly go at an 80-degree angle upwards along a cliff face, up and over a hill, and then repeat. However, at the top of one of these climbs, the wind seemed to go wild. We rose over the edge on our ascent to see another expansive plane,?? but we could not actually see the ground. The wind had reached a frenzied speed, and as we looked down at the ground below us, all we saw was a river of flowing snow. Picked up by the wind, the snow was following the currents of the wind across the mountain and the sight was extremely identical to that of watching a small creek wash over stones and twigs. These stones, however, were much larger chunks of granite and these twigs were great tall pine trees. It was amazing to me that the trees did not just bend right over and snap in half for the way they were blowing was frightening. They obviously had to have grown up strong in these conditions and that is why they did not fall now. The cold was so piercing that it seemed like my body just decided to ignore it. As I sat there, I said to myself, “Why am I always in this predicament?” It seems that when it came to snowboarding, I always got myself into some ridiculous situation. I was so absolutely stubborn that I found myself working much harder than was necessary. Many years before, I remember snowboarding with my family at Grand Targhee Ski Resort. Not nearly as large as Snowbird, Grand Targhee still had quite a few lifts, including a lift called Blackfoot. It is ironic the lift that shared the name of my hometown would be the lift that I despised the most. It was old, rickety, and the rider could barely keep himself from falling off and injuring himself. It was with this fear that I stood in line alone at Blackfoot wondering what in the world I was doing. It just so happens that Blackfoot was located at an unfortunate place on the ski hill. If a snowboarder accidentally followed the wrong path down to Blackfoot, the only way to get back to the rest of the hill was either hiking a 600 ft vertical trail back up to the next lift or riding Blackfoot. The correct course blatantly showed itself in my young mind; so I started hiking up that hill. I hiked and I hiked and I hiked and I often wondered at my stupidity at not just sucking up the courage and “going with the flow”. As I looked down at the flowing current of torrential winds, I told myself that today I was going to be forced to “go with the flow”. I could tell that I was going to have to make decisions in order to successfully get off of this hill without incident. It takes more maturity to snowboard in harder conditions because you have to make correct decisions without hesitating and not considering turning back. There is no turning back. I sat on the lift telling myself that I was going to be fine. I could go as slow as I wanted to and I was going to have a great time. This mental preparation was the only thing that I could do. In fact, as I got off the lift with spastic winds pushing me in all directions, I was frantically trying to figure a way out of this hard spot. It is the hard spots in life that shape a person, situations like standing on top of a mountain, leaning as far forward as you can just to stay standing. It is the times when you push yourself over the edge to start your downward descent into the wind. The sensation was unreal. As I flew down the mountain, having mentally prepped myself for a horrible experience, I found myself laughing because of the odd feeling of flying at least 30 miles per hour but feeling as if I were not moving through the air at all. Imagine the sensation of driving 100 miles per hour in the same direction as a 100 mile an hour wind. You would look around and see that you were moving, but you would feel as if you were standing still. This was almost the exact feeling that I was experiencing as I looked left and right to see snow floating right along with me, keeping pace. I soon lost my excitement as this sensation went from pleasing to slightly distorting. I began to experience vertigo on a much more intense level. I had lost my brothers almost immediately after starting down the hill and I figured I was not likely to see them until we met at the bottom. If not there, we would probably meet by hitting each other at full speed on the hill. Circumstances got extremely chaotic when I came over a hill and headed down an almost 80-degree decline. The steepness of the decline and the wind blowing at my back began to scare me because I knew that if there were a sudden burst of wind, I would be thrust forward and would go falling down the hill. I had done this before when I was younger and did not desire to repeat the painful experience. I hated going very fast on steep declines like this, but that was the only thing I could do in order to not let the wind push me over. I had to go faster than it. I snaked my way down the hill and though I had to go very fast because of the wind on some occasions, it took me twice as long to get down because of my frequent stops to catch my breath and try to let the dizzy spells pass.
I had to mentally prepare myself many times because it was a challenge enough to find the way down the mountain without torrential winds. I struggled on and on and the wind slowly let off as I got closer to base until at last, the final descent. I could see the line leading those poor unknowing skiers onto The Peruvian Express. I laughed as I came down near them and made sure that I at least warned a few of them about what was in store for
them. Even though I felt as if I must have been just inching down the mountain, I beat my brothers by at least 10 minutes. I waited at the bottom for them trying to decide why in the world the owners of Snowbird let me go on that lift. Even to this day, I remember the intense feeling of vertigo that I experienced. I've always felt like a better snowboarder since I learned to go with the flow. It always reminds me of the way steel is strengthened. It is strengthened through a process of applying extreme pressure and heat until the steel is reshaped into a stronger and better version of itself. After this process, the steel is more able to handle the stress that before would have put too much strain on it. After going through the trial, the steel is better for it. After snowboarding in that wind, everything else seemed like a walk in the park for me. Whenever I saw something difficult, I could say to myself, “I took on Snowbird. I can do this!” I was wakened from my thoughts as my brother Nathan zoomed up, completely covered in ice and soon after him, Niklas skidded to a stop with his navy blue coat almost white from snow. It looked like he had not been as smart and the wind had pushed him over onto his face. We stood there for a moment just relaxing from the adventure when all three of us said almost in unison, “wanna go again?”
“Man! The wind is really picking up on the top.” Now, you just dropped this in here, so need to tie it to what you said previously—same with below. Might have a little …show more content…
dialogue discussion of wind conditions and whether you should continue on.
“I know, but this is the best run on the hill so far.” Danger had always excited my brother Nathan and I. Having grown up on a farm, we had often gotten into difficult situations because of our search for a “new thrill”. One time we hooked a ski rope to one of the farm's off-road vehicles and one of us drove along side the large canal near our house while the other person wakeboarded down the 30 foot wide canal. Even if the danger made one of us uncomfortable, neither of us would let our pride down enough to say that we did not want to go through with it. This was the case whether it was a friendly competition or some stunt that we were going to attempt. Niklas soon became part of this manly search for danger and Nathan and I soon warmed up to him. I have grown somewhat stubborn from all of these competitions. They have always been fun, but it is also one of the reasons why I find myself in trouble so often. “I hope this isn't one of those times”, I thought to myself. Despite the warnings surrounding us, we figured we would get on the lift considering we had paid plenty of money to be here today. Sitting down on the four-person quick lift, we did not figure that the wind would hit us until we were almost to the top, but it proved otherwise. With every couple hundred vertical feet, I could feel the icy spikes of the wind piercing my three or four layers of snow gear. I had even made sure to wear my high-quality windbreaker but at the moment, my coat felt like nothing more than a glorified tank top. I looked over at Nathan, Niklas, and my dad to see that it was affecting them the same way. All four of us had our chins tucked down inside the tall necks of our coats, mimicking frightened turtles hurdling down into their shells. There was little to nothing else we could do as we climbed thousands of feet up into the clouds. Any place you could add dialogue to move the action along? As I looked around, I decided that the lift ride would have been quite enjoyable if not for the cold. The higher elevations of the mountains were beautiful to look a,t and if you looked out towards Salt Lake City, you could see the miniscule buildings far below. As we went along, the lift would go along a horizontal plane and then suddenly go at an 80-degree angle upwards along a cliff face, up and over a hill, and then repeat. However, at the top of one of these climbs, the wind seemed to go wild. We rose over the edge on our ascent to see another expansive plane,?? but we could not actually see the ground. The wind had reached a frenzied speed, and as we looked down at the ground below us, all we saw was a river of flowing snow. Picked up by the wind, the snow was following the currents of the wind across the mountain and the sight was extremely identical to that of watching a small creek wash over stones and twigs. These stones, however, were much larger chunks of granite and these twigs were great tall pine trees. It was amazing to me that the trees did not just bend right over and snap in half for the way they were blowing was frightening. They obviously had to have grown up strong in these conditions and that is why they did not fall now. The cold was so piercing that it seemed like my body just decided to ignore it. As I sat there, I said to myself, “Why am I always in this predicament?” It seems that when it came to snowboarding, I always got myself into some ridiculous situation. I was so absolutely stubborn that I found myself working much harder than was necessary. Many years before, I remember snowboarding with my family at Grand Targhee Ski Resort. Not nearly as large as Snowbird, Grand Targhee still had quite a few lifts, including a lift called Blackfoot. It is ironic the lift that shared the name of my hometown would be the lift that I despised the most. It was old, rickety, and the rider could barely keep himself from falling off and injuring himself. It was with this fear that I stood in line alone at Blackfoot wondering what in the world I was doing. It just so happens that Blackfoot was located at an unfortunate place on the ski hill. If a snowboarder accidentally followed the wrong path down to Blackfoot, the only way to get back to the rest of the hill was either hiking a 600 ft vertical trail back up to the next lift or riding Blackfoot. The correct course blatantly showed itself in my young mind; so I started hiking up that hill. I hiked and I hiked and I hiked and I often wondered at my stupidity at not just sucking up the courage and “going with the flow”. As I looked down at the flowing current of torrential winds, I told myself that today I was going to be forced to “go with the flow”. I could tell that I was going to have to make decisions in order to successfully get off of this hill without incident. It takes more maturity to snowboard in harder conditions because you have to make correct decisions without hesitating and not considering turning back. There is no turning back. I sat on the lift telling myself that I was going to be fine. I could go as slow as I wanted to and I was going to have a great time. This mental preparation was the only thing that I could do. In fact, as I got off the lift with spastic winds pushing me in all directions, I was frantically trying to figure a way out of this hard spot. It is the hard spots in life that shape a person, situations like standing on top of a mountain, leaning as far forward as you can just to stay standing. It is the times when you push yourself over the edge to start your downward descent into the wind. The sensation was unreal. As I flew down the mountain, having mentally prepped myself for a horrible experience, I found myself laughing because of the odd feeling of flying at least 30 miles per hour but feeling as if I were not moving through the air at all. Imagine the sensation of driving 100 miles per hour in the same direction as a 100 mile an hour wind. You would look around and see that you were moving, but you would feel as if you were standing still. This was almost the exact feeling that I was experiencing as I looked left and right to see snow floating right along with me, keeping pace. I soon lost my excitement as this sensation went from pleasing to slightly distorting. I began to experience vertigo on a much more intense level. I had lost my brothers almost immediately after starting down the hill and I figured I was not likely to see them until we met at the bottom. If not there, we would probably meet by hitting each other at full speed on the hill. Circumstances got extremely chaotic when I came over a hill and headed down an almost 80-degree decline. The steepness of the decline and the wind blowing at my back began to scare me because I knew that if there were a sudden burst of wind, I would be thrust forward and would go falling down the hill. I had done this before when I was younger and did not desire to repeat the painful experience. I hated going very fast on steep declines like this, but that was the only thing I could do in order to not let the wind push me over. I had to go faster than it. I snaked my way down the hill and though I had to go very fast because of the wind on some occasions, it took me twice as long to get down because of my frequent stops to catch my breath and try to let the dizzy spells pass.
I had to mentally prepare myself many times because it was a challenge enough to find the way down the mountain without torrential winds. I struggled on and on and the wind slowly let off as I got closer to base until at last, the final descent. I could see the line leading those poor unknowing skiers onto The Peruvian Express. I laughed as I came down near them and made sure that I at least warned a few of them about what was in store for
them. Even though I felt as if I must have been just inching down the mountain, I beat my brothers by at least 10 minutes. I waited at the bottom for them trying to decide why in the world the owners of Snowbird let me go on that lift. Even to this day, I remember the intense feeling of vertigo that I experienced. I've always felt like a better snowboarder since I learned to go with the flow. It always reminds me of the way steel is strengthened. It is strengthened through a process of applying extreme pressure and heat until the steel is reshaped into a stronger and better version of itself. After this process, the steel is more able to handle the stress that before would have put too much strain on it. After going through the trial, the steel is better for it. After snowboarding in that wind, everything else seemed like a walk in the park for me. Whenever I saw something difficult, I could say to myself, “I took on Snowbird. I can do this!” I was wakened from my thoughts as my brother Nathan zoomed up, completely covered in ice and soon after him, Niklas skidded to a stop with his navy blue coat almost white from snow. It looked like he had not been as smart and the wind had pushed him over onto his face. We stood there for a moment just relaxing from the adventure when all three of us said almost in unison, “wanna go again?”