Skiing

Once when I was skiing in Telluride with by Dad, sisters, and best friend we decided to go up to a new set of runs called Revelation Bowl. I remember light wind, and a little bit of snow at the bottom of the mountain. Once we took a few runs and ski lifts to get to Revelation Bowl I was very excited. The wind picked up, and snow started to whip into my face. Every run was black in Revelation Bowl, so there was no messing around. We had to choose between either a mogul run, or an extremely steep run. We chose the steep run, and I was the first one to go down. Wind and snow assaulted my face, and the mist around the mountain, almost made me feel like I was not in this world anymore. Shooting down the mountain, I made turns to control my speed. On a steep mountain turning is very difficult, and they can become very wide. On one of my turns I went straight into the mogul run, and my knees felt like they were shattering as I hit each bump. By some miracle, I made it back into the original run without falling. The end of the run came, and I skidded to a stop. I looked up the mountain and I could barely see everybody else coming down. One man made a similar turn that I did, and had a different fate. He slid straight down for about 200 meters before coming to a stop in the middle of the run. The man got right back up, and I was relieved that he was ok. I was ready to do this run again and again even though I saw a man totally wipe out. My dad said, “ok one more time, and then we will head back”. My friend and my sisters were panting, and complaining about how their legs were sore. They asked me “how would you want to do something that hard again”? I replied, “I could do this over and over, maybe I will do the moguls next time”.