Dancing in the snow
Have you ever awakened to see the frosty chill of a Denver morning where you can look out of the frosted window and see the fresh blanket of soft snow gleaming in the morning light? Well, I have and it fells like paradise. The skiing is brilliant in the wintertime, the snow is natural and the scenery is a bright white sight. Denver may not have the highest mountains in the world, but they are considered some of the most challenging and popular mountains. My first visit occurred when I was a young fourteen-year-old. One night after my surprise birthday party, my daddy sat down with me in front of the flaming fireplace and casually said, "We're going to Denver." I felt an amazing rush go through my body as I jumped for joy and hit my head on the shelf lying above my conformable chair. My head started to bleed, but nobody noticed until blood started rushing down my happy face. Then one cool morning my family packed up and headed to the beloved resort of Keystone. After a four-hour plane trip, which seemed like days, I saw for the first time the unique snowflakes. We arrived in the small, cozy house, which was built with thick reddish-brown brick to keep the hard to get heat inside to
We started to snowball fight, but I quickly stopped when my brother hit my already frozen ear with a big hard snowball. " So I put up a mental block, but fell flat on my face again. The enormous mountains were harmlessly beautiful, like a picture post card, but at the same time dangerously intimidating, like a calculus exam. That night I was sleeping in the chili basement, I woke up in the middle of the night with no covers on, and shaking like a scared little boy. I looked like a fat rainbow man whose was born to ski. Our ski clothes were literally frozen and hard as ice. I walked outside into the back yard and took a deep breath, which was crystallized immediately. The stores and restaurants surrounding the ski mountains were jammed packed with people trying to get warm and grab a quick bite to eat. Finally after learning how to ski down the beginner's slope, I was ready to meet the big boy mountains, which are much more steeper, dangerous, and difficult slopes. By the time they quickly turned around the young wild snow throwers were gone with the wind. I instructor helped my trembling tired legs get focused and ski like a champ. After being inside the warm building, I walked outside into the frosty weather and my face tingled as the frosty wind blew against it. I raced my brother to the bottom of the mountain and as I planned, lost the race. Through the front door was the living room, which was filled with pictures of mountain wolfs and three large, white, soft couches centered around a tea table and an already lit crackling fire.
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