"Dropping!" I call.
I send a small cliff and come to a halt. I traverse over to a more open area of the run. Excitedly, I spot a tree, make some turns, and spray it with a rooster tail, knowing that my mom would not be happy with me if she were here. As I swerve around the tree, a patch of perfect powder awaits my clean arc, churning up the fluff under my skis. I make some luxurious turns, straight line up to a cat track for a 360, and weave through some beginner skiers on my way to the main lodge.
Uchk. I wish I wasn’t in Nicholas' guitar teacher's front yard, shoe-skiing down a 2-foot high dirt mound.
Jacob :)
Great, Jacob! I dug through my garbage and found your edits...
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That's the only section that is still unclear to me. This should help. Good job. C
Nice job Jacob! I love how you ended up spelling that work:UCHK. It is perfect.;)
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