Jackson Hole :: Personal Narrative Writing

Jackson HoleIt was going to be the time of our lives. quartet buddies of mine and I went prohibited to Jackson, Wyoming to do some of the ruff snowboarding of our lives. It was our prospect to get away from home for a week and have the best time of our lives. The trip out in that respect was extremely boring control through Iowa, Nebraska, and Wyoming. Possibly the three most boring states in the country. When we got out there we were all very impressed by the appearance of the city. This was on the face of it a tourist town. When we found the hotel we were impressed by the considerable shabu windows and cedar siding. It looked more like the Hilton than a Best Western. We checked in and were shown to our rooms. After bringing in all of our things, we went straight to bed subtile that we had a huge day ahead of us, not knowing how huge it was really going to be.After a big(p) night of stay we headed out to the world renown mountain of Jackson Hole. It is known for univer se the steepest mountain on which a ski resort is set up. It is likewise know for having a great view of Grand Teton, one of the highest peaks in the Rocky Mountains. We could not have asked for a better day of riding. there was a fresh 14 of snow under our boards and after a little bit of exploring we found some great out of limit and woods riding. We looked around for a little while longer and turkey cock spotted a nice hit. It was an untouched field, with three 10-15 drops which do for great hits. After hiking about a quarter of a mile we made it there. A quarter of a mile does not sound like that much of a walk but it is not as balmy as it sounds when you are walking in snow past your knees deep, scarce it took almost an hour and a half. We strapped in and took off, making huge carves in all the fresh powder that had probably not been ridden in at least a week. The first hit was coming and Tom yelled hit it man, As Dan and I approached the hit we got some big air. The jus t now problem with riding such fresh snow is that when you land in that amount of fresh powder you sink like a rock.