Fake Snow and Fast Skiers MAG

February 21, 2013
By TheWordShaker SILVER, San Jose, California
TheWordShaker SILVER, San Jose, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Franz thinks of everything and nothing. He wonders if the world is becoming a dream or a dream is becoming the world."

Everyone's so fast. Shooting over the ridge from nowhere, skis landing perfectly parallel and out of sight again right away.

I know those ridges. They're called blind hills, if you're being technical. But approaching from above, it's a cliff. Just a flat line between snow and horizon, a sheet of paper so sharp and white you could cut yourself on the edge. All the ski trails lead over the edge, into the void, and your mind says, Okay, right over there, no worries, there's a hill on the other side, and your subconscious says, STOP! Oh my God, it's a cliff! Stop stop stop!

The cliff doesn't faze other skiers; they pop over the edge like they're shot from a gun. Pop-pop-pop. Or like soap squilping out of wet hands and down, swimming around the drain while you scramble in panic. Funny how you always panic. Soap down the drain, that's not such a big deal, is it? Flying off the side of the mountain, though ….

They're not bothered, effortlessly crosshatching fish scales into the snow on their way down toward a cup of hot chocolate or more sunscreen or a line to go shooting off the cliff again, at what, six hundred miles an hour?

The scales, even crisscrossing lines, are redrawn as another skier swishes around his ski pole and powder flies several feet in a tidal wave, soft and smooth. The snow looks fake, like at the mall where kids sit on the lap of some old fellow with a massive fake beard at Christmas. What do mall Santas do the rest of the year? I can just see one squished in a cubicle, telephone glued to his ear: Hello, this is Joe. Has your water heater been serviced lately?

The snow looks fake. I know I can't say that out loud. There'd be an alarm going off: Tourist alert! Beep! Beep! Tourist alert!

I sat next to a girl from Brazil on the last lift. I thought she was Brazilian, anyway. Her voice was split between the wind and her balaclava. And the bit I got was accented heavily as she informed me it doesn't snow where she lives.

It looks so easy. Their skis are slim, natural extensions of their legs, synchronized to their heartbeat, to their brain waves. Part of them. I bet they walk awkwardly – maybe a little duck-footed – when they're in sneakers like normal people, not sliding down a mountain. Except their normal is sliding down a mountain.

Are they people? Are they like you and me?

They're so fast. All of them. I'd like to be that fast. Perfect form, down the hill, wind so fast my mother would accuse me of slacking off on the sunscreen before I could explain that it's windburn, thank you very much, sending up powder waterfalls behind me, singeing the faces of whomever I've just passed. That girl – when you look up at the big slope – you see and exclaim, Who's that?


Oh, you missed her. She's gone already.

And me, cruising to a stop magnificently at the bottom of the mountain, the wind lessening on my face like it's doing now.

Right, because the lift's stopping. I sit forward in anticipation. Here it comes! Stapled-on skis touch the snow, I shift my weight, and I'm flat on the ground, fallen awkwardly in the powder on top of the bunny hill. F

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This article has 8 comments.

on Dec. 29 2013 at 8:36 pm
readlovewrite SILVER, Greensboro, North Carolina
7 articles 1 photo 58 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Be quick to listen, and slow to speak, and even slower to judge."

I used to ski a lot when I lived in Colorado, and you seem to have captured the sensations pretty accurately.  Now that I'm starting to drive it's the same feeling of going over a cliff as when you crest a hill and can't see anything beyond the top but you have to keep the gas on or you stall and roll backwards... Anyway, good work!

on Dec. 23 2013 at 11:44 am
GreekGoddess BRONZE, Andover, Connecticut
3 articles 0 photos 182 comments

Favorite Quote:
I'm not superstitious, I believe in irony.

I've never skied before, but now I'm temped to go try it! I saw this in the magizine and had to share it with my family, the ending was wonderful and the whole thing was just great!

stuart23 said...
on Dec. 13 2013 at 9:04 am
i loved this artical. I love skiing and I don't normally hear good ski arrticals but this one blew my mind away great job!!!

on Dec. 12 2013 at 5:18 pm
Ghostofwinterspast BRONZE, Henefer, Utah
3 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
I'm not sure what love is, but I'm sure some day, somehow, I will find out.

I loved this! As a Utah skier I know how this feels. It was fantastic! Keep writing :)

on Dec. 10 2013 at 6:59 pm
Delaneyreaderandwriter SILVER, Pittsfield, New Hampshire
9 articles 3 photos 16 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Good things come to those who wait."

I really like this article! I am a skiier so I thought you did a great job describing it.

on Dec. 7 2013 at 11:34 am
Ride4Life BRONZE, Calumet, Michigan
4 articles 0 photos 31 comments
I enjoyed this piece, although it felt to me like you were skipping from one topic to the next. First you're talking about the fast skiiers, then about the Brazilian girl (?) then back to fast skiiers. With a little organization, this would be really great. :)

Blynn SILVER said...
on Dec. 2 2013 at 3:20 pm
Blynn SILVER, Waco, Texas
9 articles 0 photos 97 comments
Great work! 

on Apr. 19 2013 at 7:59 pm
CallMeSunshine GOLD, Lehi, Utah
15 articles 0 photos 36 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Creativity takes courage."

Nice description. Felt like I was there, it was that real. Good work :)


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