Ski Blog

I lock into my skis with my helmet firmly on tight. I take a deep breath the smell of fresh air. I sink my poles deep into the snow and push off down the hill. I ski towards the lift. I wait and line until I’m at the front of the line. I walk up feeling the chair at my legs, the soft cold touch of the cushion. I put the bar down, wind whipping at my face as we go up to the top of the mountain. I can feel the cold air whipping at my face. I tighten my boots and push myself forward. I look down the slope and push off. I carve my turns with the snow rushing next me. I feel the wonderful feel of the wind whipping at my face. I love the feeling of my skis cutting through the snow. My first run is a blue, me and my friend soaring down the mountain together. My hands are cold to the touch and my legs are stiff from the effort of controlling my skis. But I feel the adrenaline rushing through my body. I love skiing with my friends.