Snowboarding at Loon Mountain
There I was at Loon Mountain in New
Hampshire. It felt like it was -50 degrees out with 40 mile per hour winds. It
was so cold out, I thought that I was going to turn into an ice cube. The icy
winds felt like knives skinning off my cheeks. It smelled like dying trees with
dirty snow. I already felt like
purchasing some hand warmers, but my dad said we should wait until we did a few
trails. I looked around and barely saw
any little kids. All the kids who were there
were just in the “Shack,” drying the snow off their equipment or eating French
fries from the lunch stand.
I started off on an easy green trail because of the strong winds. After awhile, I got used to the winds and
thought about going to the top of the mountain.
Up there, there were harder trails colored blue. I heard my stomach growl so I asked my dad to
get some food. For some reason, my dad
said with a nice smile, “Sure!” Usually
he would say “no” or “maybe later” with a chuckle. Inside the “Shack” it smelled better than
McDonalds. It smelled like greasy pizza,
steaming hot French fries, and chicken tenders.
It was also cool because there were arcade games and machines that you
put your gloves on them and they dry off all the snow. My dad was in a hurry, so I only got to eat
French fries and chicken tenders. They
tasted like heaven while they exploded my taste buds. My dad said, “You want some help eating those
tenders?” I knew he was joking! I did not want my dad to wait any longer, so
I stuffed the last one in my mouth.
As soon as I stepped back outside, it felt as cold as Mount Everest. My two friends Anna and Luke were right
behind me, along with my dad. We went up
to the top of the mountain where the blue trails were; the harder ones. Up there, the winds were stronger than
ever. While I was strapping on my
snowboard, I saw my two friends skiing off the chair lift. They did not need to strap in because they
had skis. The temperature was so cold
up there, for some reason it felt like it was burning my skin! When all of us were done strapping on our
equipment, we started to go down the hill.
From the beginning of the ride down, I did a good job, but then realized
I was out of control, going too fast. I went on a jump and flipped, and landed
on my back. ”Oooww!” I started to panic and all I wanted to do was get down to
the bottom of the mountain. I was shaking and thinking I must have just broken
a bone. “I am scared!” I shivered to my dad. He responded, “I will lead the way down.” Once I got to the
bottom, my ankles were hurting because I did so many wipe-outs.
Once
I knew I was safe and didn’t have any broken bones, I had some hot cocoa at the
lodge and found myself in a very happy place.
