I was the first person to ski off of the chairlift Essay

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I was the first person to ski off of the chairlift that day, arriving at the summit of
Whitetale Mountain. It was the type of day when the clouds seemed to blanket the sky,
leaving no clue that the sun, with its powerful light, even existed anymore. It was not
snowing, but judging by the damp, musty, stale scent in the air, I realized it would be
only a short time before the white flakes overtook the mountain.

As I readied myself to make the first run, I took a moment to appreciate my surroundings.
Somehow things seemed much different up here. The wind, nonexistent at the bottom, began
to gust. Its cold bite found my nose. Its quick and sudden swirling movement kicked
loose snow into my face, forcing me to zip my jacket over my chin. It's strange how the
gray clouds, which seemed so far above me at the bottom, really didn't appear that high
anymore. If I had a tall enough ladder, I mig ht be able to

touch them. As I gazed out over the landscape, the city below seemed unrecognizable. The
enormous buildings which I had driven past earlier looked like dollhouses a child might
play with. The towering smokestacks of the factories wou ld not have caught my eye had it
not been for the tiny stream of gray emerging from them. At this distance, the smoke
spiraled upward like tree branches reaching for the sky.

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