Skiing Classification

One of my favorite activities to do is skiing. It’s a fun-filled rush filled with a flurry of snow. Many skiers use two poles, to both project them forward, or to give them something to grip on for balance. Some skiers are able to ski without poles, but that requires them to be well balanced, and to have a quick recovery. I have been able to accomplish this feat, but it’s as difficult as juggling 10 pound weights.

I don’t ski with many people. I always have gone with either my mother, or my good friend Karsen, who introduced me to skiing. I feel like they represent the two types of skiers. My mom, being the person who must go slow, uses her poles more like a crutch, and can’t go down any slope higher than 10˚. On the other hand, Karsen is
It’s close by and has a good variety of slopes. It’s also where I learned to ski. I never took classes or training to ski, instead, I chose to dive right on in as soon as I got my poles and skis. I never had much trouble learning the basics, and was as easy to pick up as a book. If I were to select one slope to be my favorite, I would pick the Old Main. It may be an easy slope, but it’s one of the longest trails there, and at just the right decline so that you can choose a comfortable speed. The surroundings at a ski resort are not like any others that I’ve seen before. Pine trees. Pine trees everywhere. They make for a cool scenery piece that separate slopes. There were plenty of shrubs around as well. A fun thing to see was all of the litter in them too. We always saw a bunch of beer in those bushes. Since you’re on a mountain, you are constantly high up and above the surrounding landscape. There is nothing like looking down on shapeless figures from high atop a mountain. Another thing I enjoy about the Old Main is that about halfway down, there is a detour on the right side that leads to a viewing area with both a bathroom and concession
It somehow wasn’t even on my first day either. It was another typical skiing day in Illinois with Karsen. As we began, I slowly pushed off the slope, and began to watch Karsen blast down the hill. I was feeling a little competitive that day, so I decided to chase him. At some points I began to close in on him. But on the final decline, I went all out to catch him. Leaning down and pushing forward, I chased after my quarry. Before I knew it, a small bump crept up on me from out of nowhere. I hit it dead on, and lost my balance instantly. I fall forward, but remember what my mother tells me every time I go skiing.
“If you fall, just let go,” she always says.
I decided to do just that. I let go and let gravity take me down. Tumble after tumble, the world swirled around me. My life became a snow globe for about 10 seconds, but it felt like an hour. After the snow had settled, I laid there for what seems like forever. Finally, I had to get up, collect the skis that had fallen off my boots, and get down to Karsen, who had beaten me yet