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Skiing in sixth position, Moser-Pröll charged the course hard, risking everything in the tight, steep, slippery turns on the top of the run. She crouched into an aerodynamic tuck where no one else dared. It was a display of intimidating control, and it gave Moser-Pröll a gold medal as well as a slight case of frostbite...
...crazy when we pass the flame, everyone squeezing to one side, pressing his face against the icy windows. No one says a word--it is more important just to look and absorb and think. The gasping starts when we pass the ski jumps. At first they look so steep no one knows what they are. A little blue speck is descending on the taller jump. He flies. The bus is silent. Then applause...
...most in World Cup events. With a length of 3,028 meters, the Whiteface downhill is a little too short and, in its final third, a little too flat to test the world's best skiers. But the run has its challenges, especially in the upper third, a steep (up to 55° grade), twisting course that runs through such expert skier's delights as "Hurricane Alley" and "Dynamite Corner." It is there the skier must show the technical virtuosity to survive the turns while building the momentum to swing down through the steep, screamingly fast (nearly...
Saba (pronounced Say-buh) is a Dutch colony, half white, half black (pop. 1,020); its original white settlers were mostly dispossessed Scots. The island, a lush volcanic rock soaring 3,000 ft. from the sea, has no beaches or sports facilities, though some visitors find the hike up steep Mount Scenery worth the risk of a heart attack. The big excitement comes on Saturday night in the village of The Bottom, where the Soul Redemption provides rockalypso loud enough to raise the dead. There are several attractive inns, with a total capacity of 25 rooms. Sabans call their home...
...dark red hair, which she had recently got made into a fashionable mane of curls and tendrils that made her look twenty from behind and sixty face on." She gives Mountain Town a medieval European feel simply by looking down at one of its narrow lanes, "so steep that at intervals the street broke into steps, like a person breaking into giggles or hiccups, and then resumed its sober climb, until it had another fit of steps." The eerie, lonely beauty of perpetual dusk is condensed in an impression: "Northward above the mountain shoulder she saw one bright star shine...