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My First Black RunThere were no signs of coming spring, the early mornings were still cold and the rising sun brightened the snow capped tops of the Rocky Mountains. I walked out of the house where our group stayed. It was my first experience in the mountains. Yesterday together with a group of students from my high school, I came over here to do downhill. The air was so fresh and clear, the sky seemed to as blue as the summer ocean. Soon everybody gathered in the yard. "Today we’ll try something different”, told us the instructor. “It’s called the black run, the most difficult run here. The lift went up and up. “That’s incredible", my friend Miguel explained. Yes, it really was. The high ridges were around us, we approached the very top of one of them. It seems mountains stretched for hundreds of miles, covered with snow with pine trees crossing ridges and stooping down, mountains made unforgettable impression.
At last we got to the top. The slope looked frightening. I watched experienced skiers going down and imagined how wonderfully I would slide down on my back. Miguel was the first to try. Then I came, Amanda and all the others. Bobby dashed down, he overtook me and his screams of joy were echoed for many times. Tony whizzed with laugh, his style of skiing was unique – on all fours. "Better late than never”, thought I, carefully moving down. I enjoyed splendid scenery and managed to take a few pictures. Falling down only twice, I was really excited about my first black run. We waited for Gustavo who was too slow and hurried to the lift. “Now let’s try half pipe”, cried Miguel. But here begins another story.