Snow lightly crunches under our feet. The plastic blades slice through the white ground. Our poles sink deep into the endless landscape of snow. The group glides without many difficulties over the padded trail. Trees surround us. They envelope us. The wind howls over our heads. Off to the side of the trail, there are random packed areas from fallen classmates. Their bodies disappear in moments and only the print is left. This is the endless adventure of a clumsy sport I call skiing.
The Writers’ Workshop class took an exhilarating adventure with an overly generous couple: the Hobbs. The Hobbs guided our mischievous class of twelve students on a six mile journey in their Alaskan back-yard. Off to the side of the trail were hollow and abandoned shanties of previous wannabe homesteaders. All around the narrowly-packed trail was dense forest. The path was no race car track, but littered with hills and twists. It was rough experience, especially for two particular individuals: Trayl Wilson and Amber Lenard, who had a competition for who would fall the most. Students were collapsing everywhere on the trail, falling from an entanglement of skis, to a stuck pole.
By the end of the experience, kids were devastated physically, but not mentally. Every individual recited a positive experience from the adventure, from learning how to ski, to surviving the six-mile trip. The journey was wonderful exercise, not only for the body, but also the mind. The Hobbs were amazingly lavish and loving for taking us in and teaching us something new. I, personally, would do it again.
The Writers’ Workshop class took an exhilarating adventure with an overly generous couple: the Hobbs. The Hobbs guided our mischievous class of twelve students on a six mile journey in their Alaskan back-yard. Off to the side of the trail were hollow and abandoned shanties of previous wannabe homesteaders. All around the narrowly-packed trail was dense forest. The path was no race car track, but littered with hills and twists. It was rough experience, especially for two particular individuals: Trayl Wilson and Amber Lenard, who had a competition for who would fall the most. Students were collapsing everywhere on the trail, falling from an entanglement of skis, to a stuck pole.
By the end of the experience, kids were devastated physically, but not mentally. Every individual recited a positive experience from the adventure, from learning how to ski, to surviving the six-mile trip. The journey was wonderful exercise, not only for the body, but also the mind. The Hobbs were amazingly lavish and loving for taking us in and teaching us something new. I, personally, would do it again.
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