sking

Skiing - Creative Essay I was the first person to ski off of the chairlift that day, arriving at the summit of Bosquets Mountain, nestled in the heart of the Berkshires. It was the type of day when the clouds seemed to blanket the sky, leaving no clue that the sun, with its powerful light, even existed anymore. It was not snowing, but judging by the damp, musty, stale scent in the air, I realized …

…to do and was winded as I stepped back into my skis. I thought about the near disaster as I began to make my way, more cautiously than usual down the mountain. As I neared the bottom of the mountain, I realized I had avoided a trip down the mountain in the dreaded ski patrol sled. I smiled to myself as I skied back into the lift line for my next run down the mountain.