Ski Run

As the chilly, frosty, air blows against my face, I wait in line with excitement and cheerfulness for my run down the slope. As the chairlift slowly winds around, I hop on. It feels rickety and loose. Throughout the ride up the mountain, the chairlift makes squeaky noises all the way to the top.

As I peer down, I spot large, gray rabbits, rabbit tracks, and fox tracks. When my instructor and I reach the top, we slide off the chairlift. Once I’m off, I realize that the snow is cold, shimmery, and powdery.

I hear chirping birds, and notice a brown deer close by. As we ski down the forest trail, we zoom through a small tunnel. The forest becomes colder and darker. When we exit the trail, we ski down a hill. I get excited because we are going down quickly and am amused by all the people falling. Going at a medium speed, we reach the bottom of the mountain in 15 minutes.

Near the end of the run, I fall face-first and begin rolling down the hill, I start going out-of-control and zoom down like a bowling ball. Suddenly, I land in a snow pile, which is icy and hard as a brick. My ski run was exciting and enjoyable.