Jay Vinci

I woke one saturday morning and decided that I was going snowboarding. It was spring riding weather so I threw on a pair of jeans and my tall tee and set off for the mountain. When I got there I decided I was going to ride park for the day and try to meet up with some people from my class. The park was sick so I rode park for a little while, then, as I was riding up the summit chair-lift at Mt. Snow, I saw something that I hadn’t noticed when I was going up the lift earlier, I saw this gap in the trees between two trails. There were two pipes side by side, then about ten feet of grassy hill below them, and one of the trails was a little higher than the other one. I thought, that is an awesome spot to build a jump, there was even a decent landing. I could go off the jump, over the pipes down the bank and onto the trail below. I rode down to this spot and started to build it. After working on it for about forty-five minutes I had built a pretty decent jump. I was getting much applause from the chair-lift while I built it, even some of the Mt. Snow employees were applauding me. While I built it, I wondered what ski patrol would do about it, if they caught me building this would they just ask me to stop, or would they pull my pass?

If you ski or snowboard you would understand the significance of riding powder. Riding powder is like, third on my list of favorite types of terrain to ride, park and pipe are my two favorites. Living in Southern Vermont, we rarely get to ride powder, unless we go up north to Jay Peak or the likes of that. Or, we could go out West to a real ski resort. That would cost way too much, though.

Global Warming

By Jay Vinci
Dummerston School, Grade 8

When I was about 5 or 6, I would go hunting with my grandfather. I couldn’t hunt because I didn’t have my hunting license when I was that age. I would follow him when he went hunting. I went out hunting with him one day, it was really cold. We walked for about a half an hour before we sat down on a stone wall, the spot were my grandfather usually hunted.

Have you ever found a box or something like that in your, or a relatives attic?