I heard a soft whooshing sound as my skis slid across the soft powdered snow, which glistened in the winter sun. Holding out my hands, I felt practically no wind and It was the ideal temperature to prevent both slush, all in all the conditions were perfect for a day of skiing with my family. Accompanied by my mom, uncle, and about 8 cousins we woke at the crack of dawn and began the hour and a half journey to Mount Sunapee, which for us is the prime skiing location. About eight at the time, I had only been skiing for about two years and I was still very weary and apprehensive of my skiing skills and often fell. Today was going well though, i had not fallen once and was getting into the groove. I had a few close calls, but I began to flourish …show more content…
Gazing down at the slope I was filled with excitement but also disquiet as I imagined seeing myself shredding down the slope with a flurry of snow in my wake, however that is not what happened. I should have known that something dreadful would happen as I fell while getting off the ski lift, i should've seen this as a foreboding but this event did not lower my confidence and I propelled myself across the flat snow plain towards the slope itself. Completely disregarding everything that I had learned I went for pure speed, forgetting to turn on my way down. Tucking my poles into my armpits, I got as low to the ground as possible to become more aerodynamic. Flying down the hill I looked to my left and right and saw my cousins also racing down the hill, looking behind me, I could see my mother and uncle trailing far behind. Suddenly I heard someone screech telling me to watch out. Swiveling my head around I glanced just in time to see the tips of my skis plunge into the side banking of the ski slope like a diver into a pool of …show more content…
Colliding with the side of the cliff I went tumbling down head over heels until I halted my descent in a pile of soft snow powder. Gazing upward, I realized that my skis were still at the top of the cliff. This was good because it would make it easier to climb up the embankment of snow. Seeing that no one was at the top and I was anxious at first that no one had seen me fall over the edge and were going to leave me at the bottom until I heard the muted whooshing as my mom and my uncle skid to a stop at the edge of the cliff. Embarrassed by my complete wipeout I stood up and tried to scale the cliff as fast as possible. In an attempt to climb the cliff I stabbed the tips of my ski boots into the wall of snow like a ice pick and at first it held my weight, but after a few seconds the pathetic snowflakes crumbled and I fell back onto the ground in defeat. Worried mom reached down over the edge with one of her ski poles. Not able to reach the pole I had to jump up and grab the pole. Upon grabbing it, I immediately stuck my feet into the side cliff to pull myself up. With the added support from the pole I was able to scale the snow wall. At the top I wrapped my arms around the snow guard and hoisted the rest of my body up and back onto the