Essay About Old Ski Lift And Minty Pine Scent

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Cold air permeated through my hair. The smell of
fresh and minty pine scent complimented the beautiful vantage of the
wilderness. With my boots wedged in the snow, a shiver took over my body.
This is was a place of peacefulness and tranquility. Never before had I
been so close with nature.
Facing the north was the vast forest. To the left and right, only
the crystal white snow was visible. While looking up, I caught a glimpse
of the old ski lift, the solo apparatus which was my way to this
great adventure. All that could be heard was the sweet chirping of birds
nestled upon tree branches. “This is indeed a moment to remember.” I
thought to myself. Being that close to nature could put anyone of peace.
As I stood admiring the clear blue sky and the world around me, I
was interrupted by my friends constant taunting, “Come on, lets go!”
They were not rookies. They had experienced the sport of skiing and the
atmosphere around it and were not as enthusiastic toward the surroundings
as I was. Their calls became louder, with annoyance. I stepped up to the
edge of a great slope. The steepness of this colossal block of snow I
stood