Amazing View, Terrifying Steps

imgres 2.jpgNever before had I been so amazed by what I saw, and rarely had I been so in love with what lay before me. The snow packed lanes of Whistler mountain were carved into the surrounding forest as if someone had meticulously crafted each turn and each straight. The freshly made tracks blended into the life around it, and the skiers like me could not have asked for more.As I stood atop the mountain, with my dad beside me, I wondered if I truly had never been here before. The steep mountain edges, the thickly packed forest, and the silence that the world had so little of; felt so familiar. The smells and sights felt so familiar to me, yet I was about to head down four kilometers of hard packed snow after only taking three ski lessons. It was terrifying and fascinating at the same time.

As I stood atop the mountain with my dad beside me, I wondered if I truly had never been here before. The steep mountain edges, the thickly packed forest, and the silence that the world had so little of; felt so familiar. The smells and sights felt so familiar to me, yet I was about to head down four kilometers of hard packed snow after only taking three ski lessons. It was terrifying and fascinating at the same time.

My dad slowly approached me and asked “hey, are you ready to go” and to be honest I wasn’t. I could have spent days just looking down at the valley below me without setting foot in it. I began to slowly make my way towards the line which would take me down a path and then set me free to delve into the beauty of Whistler. With every skid I took, as with skies you can’t really step anywhere; I felt more comfortable with what I was about to do. Then the moment came where I had to either slide down the path or step back and let fear have the better of me. I could feel my blood coursing through my veins as I stared down at the ninety-degree turn which I had to make, and beads of sweat soaking through my thick woolen mask. Then I did it. I took that step. A step I will never regret taking.

My skies felt as if they floated above the ground with every turn and move I made I would head faster or slower. It was pure ecstasy to witness the rising sun and the shadows of the trees stretch across the ground. I was blinded with the rays of the sunshine which spread across the mountain, and as my view focused again I saw the most amazing view. The small valley enclosed by soaring mountains and coated with snow and the rays of the sun beating down on the hardwood roofs of the village. It was something amazing to behold, yet it lasted for a matter of seconds. However those few seconds made everything perfect, and I would go through everything again just to see that again. All of this happen as I skied down the mountain.

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  1. helencng says:

    Hi Ignacio,

    When reading your Monday memoir I saw many good things about it. As I went through it I really enjoyed and liked the way it sounded very clearly and with ease which makes it easy to understand especially for me, but also at the same time I really liked how the paragraphs show, but not tell what you are saying making the writing glide through beautifully. I could tell it was very interesting from many of the questions I made myself as I read throughout, and was also very detailed and contained good use of vocabulary. However, to make it even more interesting the only thing I would add is a good picture of the place.

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