Word: mountainous
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Connally, too, immersed himself quickly in the island ways. In the mountain towns of Coamo and Juana Díaz, he sipped Maví, a tropical bark drink, and wolfed down alcapurrias (plantain stuffed with meat). As he rode down the main street of Ponce, whistles shrieked from atop the century-old red firehouse and a loudspeaker in a blue van barked to pedestrians: "El quiere saludarte. Dale tu mano." (He wants to say hello. Shake his hand.) They cheered wildly when he grabbed a microphone to yell, ?"Estadidad ahora!"(statehood now). On the next day, he strolled down Calle...
...same tenacity makes him one of the toughest skiers on the mountain. He started skiing at two in the deep snow of the Cascade Mountains, where his parents ran a ski resort at White Pass, Wash. A gifted athlete, he has made himself into a downhill racer, even though the slalom and giant slalom are his natural events. In an age of specialization, he has become a genuine contender in all events. Can he win a gold at Lake Placid? Says Mahre: "So many things can be a factor. The snow, the weather, is it warm so that waxing...
...carves the slope with a surgeon's precision, hugging the fall line, darting through slalom gates with eyeblink speed. Down below they call him "the silent Swede," but up here Ingemar Stenmark is eloquent, communicating easily with the mountain. He knows what it will give him and what he must give in return. In his powdery wake, he leaves competitors a curt challenge: "I set the pace, and now you guys beat...
...whether they were poling in New York or schussing at Vermont's Stowe ski area, Harvard's skiwomen had a rough road down the mountain against New England's Division I competition, pulling in eighth out of ten teams...
They came by the hundreds, picking their way down perilous mountain paths and unmapped trails that wind through the barren border country. Dressed in colored turbans and baggy trousers, the men were indistinguishable from the thousands of other Afghans who have fled into Pakistan as refugees. At night, though, in the amber glow of their charcoal braziers, the bearded faces turned as fierce as their vows of continued "holy war" to rid their homeland of the Soviet invader. "O mujahidin,"shouted a wizened tribal elder across the campfire, "even with only our curved swords, we must fight to the death...