You can do it" Saige whispered. I gulped. I'm not so sure I can pull off this double black diamond at Crested Butte. I stared down at the trecherous terrain. I could almost feel the half uncovered rocks sliding under my skis. The mountain was covered in rocks, trees and shiny, slippery ice. Suddenly I felt a burst of air! My dad just pushed me down the run. I gained my balance and narrowly avoided a rock jutting towards me that seemed to glare at me as I rushed down the mountain. I followed Saige (who is my dad's client's daughter that is my age) through the beautiful aspen trees towards the bottom of the run. I pulled up in front of the crowd that was waiting me and Saige. I looked up at what I had just done; a double black diamond at Crested Butte!