The winter of 2012 was freezing, but it had yet to snow when my friends and I met up an afternoon in January. My friend’s parents were out of town on business and we wished to take advantage of the empty house. A mutual friend of ours had been drinking for a long time, so we invited him to be in charge of the supply of liquor. The whole event soon turned rather wild and all my memories are in a bit of a haze. Most likely, due the ridiculous amount of alcohol I was consuming as well as my sudden interest
but you can still see all the birds sitting on the branches in the snow. As we are coming out the forest we go down a huge hill down to the side of a crick, as we're going down the hill a massive bald eagle swoops down out of a tree and almost hits us. We stop on the side of the trail to watch the bird, were watching the bird circle then all of a sudden it plummets to the ground and grabs a rabbit off the ground out of the snow and carries it back to its nest. It was legitimately the coolest thing
Have you ever water skied, or tried to? Water skiing is a great sport for all ages. I have been enjoying water skiing since I was five years old. I have grown in my skills and plan to keep doing so. To enjoy this sport it is important to know what water skis are, how to water ski, and the different types of water skiing. First, water skis can be made out of a few common materials, and various different items and measurements are needed to create them. Water skis are commonly made out of wood, fiberglass
ski that is used for deep snow is called a powder ski. Powder skis have many attributes that allow them to excel in soft snow; such as their width and rocker. When skiing in soft snow it is important for you to stay on top of the snow. This will make tuning much easier and allow you to have more fun on the mountain. That is why ski manufactures create skis that are very wide under foot, usually around 120mm or 12 cm. This wide platform increases the surface area that the snow touches and causes the
awake and spotted the thick layer of snow that covered Rusty, our Volvo station wagon. I leaped out of bed to see what he was talking about. I couldn’t believe it; even the windows had disappeared under the snow. Kneeling on the cold leather sofa with our faces pressed against the foggy glass, we gazed out at the winter wonderland that formed as we slept. Excitement filled both of our eyes. It was mid January and this was the first ‘real’ snowfall where the snow did not melt as soon as it hit the
I think it was February when I got the little white scar on my forehead. I had been sledding with my dad, my brothers Sean, Brendan, and a friend named Timmy. It had just snowed the night before, so the snow was still fresh. The contact my forehead made with the snowboard was so hard that I had to get five stitches, and it left a scar that will always remind me of the cold Sunday in 2009. A tradition had developed throughout the years where my dad took us sledding, almost every Sunday. I enjoyed
no choice but to brave the elements and head to the sledding hill. The hill was illuminated by various street lamps, yet no one in the sledding group noticed the huge jump at the bottom of the sledding hill. The hill was slicked with more ice than snow, which made the trip down seem ten times faster. My first time going down the steep hill exhilarating. The cold winter wind nipped at my exposed cheeks and wrapped around my frozen limbs. My bones already ached from the dropping temperatures.
It was the winter of 2014 in northern Ohio. I was in a ski resort called Boston Mills with my friends James Joe and Garrett. We were on the lift going to the park, and we all decided that we're going to learn a new trick so that I was going to do backside boardslide. After that we went downhill. Started with some 50-50's on the handrail to warm up the then with some backside or slide since they were somewhat different. Back at the top of the trail I had decided to try it on a rail. I approached properly
are not only known to bloom all year round but they are also known to attract aphids. This not only causes for the flowers of the plants to look unappealing but they can also affect the growth of the plant. However, the problem that many rose bush owners have is that they do not know if growing a plant with the use of pesticides will be of benefit or if it will also degrade the flowers’ quality and the growth rate of the plant. The iceberg is a white floribunda rose cultivator group bred in Germany
In the short story “A Curtain of Green” written by Edora Welty, the womanly setting of the flower garden is mostly used to explore the relationship between fertility and death, between gardening and fiction. This short story's gardener confronts the mysterious emptiness of human understanding and attempts to agree with that irrationality. Mrs. Larkin watched her husband get killed by a falling Chinaberry Tree and has convinced herself that her love couldn’t keep him. "A ‘Curtain of Green’ concerns