Winter Narrative

Logan Diemert

Mrs. Boreson

Expository Writing

Winter Break Narrative

1/13/09

Winter Narrative

What was one of the things that you did over winter break? When I was asked this question, I had many options to ponder. After realizing all of my options, I soon remembered tubing in Red Feather. I remember the rush of the cool air, the cold and sharp crystals of snow hitting your face, and one of the funniest things I have ever seen.

A few short days after Christmas (when everyone is fat and not so jolly anymore), our family decided to make a trip up to Red Feather. In addition to my parents, Brooke also went along. One of my father's friends had a cabin in that area, and he decided that we could occupy it for a couple days. After the four of us got all settled in on the first day, we had agreed to go by the tubing slope a mile or two away.

After waking up from dreams of sugar plums and talking animals dancing around in my head (you have them, too right?), I realized that we were going to go tubing. I was soon overcome with excitement, as I thought that the run would have jumps, fire hoops, and all of the works. We soon ate breakfast and got dressed for the fun activities ahead. When we got there, we purchased our tickets and headed up for the tubing slope.

Once we got to the tubing slope, I then realized that it didn't have the fire hoops, jumps, or anything to get your heart pumping. After going down the slope numerous times, Brooke and I were getting a little cocky with our awesome tubing skills. We were soon going faster and trying new techniques. These techniques included going side by side, adding more people to our chain of tubes, and getting smaller tubes. We must have been thinking that we were going to become professional tubers or bobsledders, because speed and danger were more important than safety. We had some close calls with the tricky course, as I bailed a couple of times, and Brooke fell out with tremendous force onto the cold and packed snow.

Then it happened. We took the lift up to the run, and we were the third group in line. The first group had two ladies that only had one tube. Just to put a good picture in your head, they were roughly two-hundred pounds each, around their mid-thirties, and less than five and a half feet tall. Once one of them got on, the other started to climb on behind. It was one of those moments where you thought, "Something bad is going to happen, and I should stop it. But I would rather see what happens." So as we got ready to watch the total mayhem, the two ladies were pushed down the mountain. As soon as they were speeding off down the slope, I noticed something. I noticed that all the activities of the day had created a fairly large hole in the snow. Anyways, the two ladies hit the hole when they were going as fast as they could get. As soon as they hit that hole, the lady in the front flew out of the tube and went about ten feet in front of her like a speeding bullet. At around the same time, the lady in the back shot out about ten feet straight above her. She was doing somewhat of a back flip, but that ended when she hit her face on the snow. Mittens, scarves, and boots were everywhere. Everyone was speechless, and covered their mouth in order not to show their laughter. The two ladies slid down the slope for a while, but soon got up and waved to us to signal that she was okay.

I have to say that I have never seen a grown woman fly that far or high in the air. It was almost like on an instant replay, because it felt like it lasted a long time. We were soon joking about it, and we still are. I thought this was a good topic to choose, because it would keep you interested and maybe a few laughs.