11/16/04

Avalanche

    I decided to set my alarm clock for five. The alarm went off and I woke up It was five in the morning and nobody was up yet. I packed my stuff and walked out of the house Instead of saying bye to my parents I just left. I sat on my snowmobile in the freezing snow. It must have been five degrees outside. There was some extra gas in the garage and I load it onto my snowmobile and left for the mountain. Before I left, I said to myself I am going to have a thrill.

     I did not want my neighbors to see me so I went through the woods. It was very cold in the woods and dark. I could only see ten feet in front of me. When I arrived at the mountain, it must have been eight in the morning. It was still dark out side but somehow I could see better there. I filled my tank with gas and drove up the freezing mountain. I only went up half way with my snowmobile. I decided to walk up the rest. It took me one hour to get where I wanted to be.

      There was an alarm go off. I wondered what it was. Then a massive wall of snow hit me. It must have thrown me at least fifty feet in the air. I rode off a rock that threw me into the tree. I was thinking of my parents when I was in the avalanche. My leg was hitting most of the branches on the tree. The last branch just throws my leg out. My leg was thrashed it was covered in blood. My head hit the tree when I fell. I hit the ground and was knocked out When I woke up there was no skin left on my leg. I was lying in a pool of blood.

     My hands were shaking and my leg was frostbitten. I could not move my hands. I stayed in the same spot were I had fell. I finally left the blood. I was looking for my snowboard. I could not find it then there it was. I started to dig for it. I finally got it out of the snow. I rolled onto my board and pushed of down the mountain. It started to get dark outside I saw something.

    I went over to it when I got there it was a bear. I jumped right onto my board and started to push again. The bear was frozen it was not chasing me. Therefore, I walked back up to it. I pushed the bear down to the ground. I sat on the Bear I grabbed my board and pushed off down the mountain.

     I decide to stop and go to sleep. When I woke up the bear was gone. My leg was felling better, I rolled on my board, and once again, I pushed off down the mountain. I said to my self that I would never find the trail and get home. I found my snowmobile I was yelling at the top of my lungs. I hoped on my snowmobile and went home.

      When I got home, my parents were happy that I was home. They were also mad at because I did not tell them were I was going. They took me to the doctor. The doc said I broke my leg. I could not go snowboarding the rest of the season. I told my parents when I was there I was worried to never see them again.

       I told all my friends about the trip. When I told them about riding the bear, they all wished that they were there. I told them how I broke my leg they thought it was cool how I did it. They did not think it was cool that I broke my leg. I told them that I was nerve to never find the trial.

        Every day I sat home and replied to myself why, did I have to go and do that? I told my best friend one day when I broke my leg I had to lay in a pool of blood. I told him that there was no skin on my leg when I was out there. I told him that I rode in a huge avalanche for about 5 minutes and how high I must have gone. I told them I must have gone 50 feet. They wanted to know what happened to the bear I told them I did not know what really had happened to the bear. Instead, I told them that it tried to attack me. That is the story of what happened to me on the mountain.

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