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Tubing Deepness

Tubing is like life, it has its ups and its downs its turns and after it all you get up and walk back to the top. It’s a short thrill excites you for the moment, its like life, short, you have to make that thrill. As soon as your born you grow to become more experienced, making jumps, and learning tricks. Meeting friends,  becoming smarter, more aware, sharp. Then you hear, Jason we have to go, your last ride you want to make it exciting. You rush down doing all of the tricks you have learned. You slowly walk to the car to get a ride home, the ride is slow, boring, but cool cars drove by, giving you a small energy boost. The ride home is the slow ride is the time when you have to control yourself, becoming an adult, the same old, same old. You see the cool cars, this is making new friends, the short excitement in your life.

Slice of Life January-17-2014

Skiing Over Break

I peak down the large drop to spot a new run has opened it was being flooded with people. I twisted my head towards the side of the run in the trees, I saw few people there I grinned and looked at my dad and told him we needed to ski that, I pointed my finger at the trees (Pine Cliffs for the people that know Mary Jane). My dad and I couldn't wait to get off the lift we looked over towards the entrance of the trees, no one was going in them. Right as we got off the lift we went full speed towards the run. I had a bumpy, rocky, and really sketchy traverse. We scratched up our skis a little bits from the rocks covered in a deep layer of snow.

We reached the spot that we were going to drop in on, untouched thick layers of snow were in front of me, my dad goes down first, his line was nice. I saw a better one, it included a jump, my favorite. I started down, the first few turns were amazing, I put my skis together and floated on the powder, each turn carving into deep snow. I spotted the jump twenty feet in front of me I made two more turns, the last one strait into the jump. I flung myself up and off the jump I starred at my landing spot, not taking my eyes off of it. I landed, a cloud of snow exploded behind me, the jump lead into two more turns, one more, I stopped quickly, next to my dad and sprayed him with snow.

My dad started again, this time I followed him, we turned around trees he started to speed up, I couldn't catch up he got out of my sight. I tried to speed up and I came out of the trees on the run right under the lift (Rifle Sight Notch for those who ski Mary Jane). I spotted my dad off to the right, i skied over towards him and he said "Jason you going need to start speeding up" right as he finished saying that I sped off.

I was having trouble putting this on the other page

This is the short walkway I was talking about

This was the beach that I skim boarded on

Skim Boarding in Florida

I peaked over a short walkway to the beach spotting the ocean for the first tie in two years, thoughts rushed through my head about what I did here before, I remembered skim boarding was my favorite. No one was on the beach I looked over at the surf, it was HORRIBLE waves came in from different places colliding into each other. I saw two boys and one girl trying to dive under the breaking waves or over the ones that hadn't broken yet. Occasionally one would dive under one to peak up and sea another right in front of them I remembered that feeling, it felt horrible.  I decided that I was going to stay on the shore and get the hang of skim boarding again; I wasn't really in the mood to get pounded by the cold waves. 

I starred at the waves as they rose up next to my feet, each time one of those came I would toss the board, run after it, and jump on top of it, I slipped right off of it and tripped on the water. This happened about five times but I just kept trying, after the sixth try I felt it I rode on it for about 5 feet, it wasn't very far but it got my hopes up. I just kept trying an I finally got the hang of it, each time getting generally bigger from five to seven to ten to fifteen and bigger and bigger each time. I started learn more ways to do trick, more ideas. I started to try and do spins, these made me fall the most I would catch an edge on the way around and falling on the sand or into the upcoming waves. I briefly hear "Jason we have to head out" my face dulled and I slowly walked over.