The mountain was high and it was cold. Everything (cover) by snow and ice and it was dangerous. I shook in my tent as the storm tried (knock) me back to the bottom. ""You will never make it to the top, "everyone said, "no woman has ever climbed this mountain and only a few people have done it by themselves. "I was so confident I would be the first woman to climb up to the top of Whitmore. I had prepared for several (month).
The wind had gotten much (quiet) when I woke up the next morning. I climbed of my tent and looked out at the mountain. Everything was white and still. "I will make it to the top today, "I thought to (I).
I started up the slope. My feet crunched the snow with every step I took. It was a beautiful day. I was climbing quickly. Soon I was going to reach the top. All of sudden, I slipped (滑倒). I moved down the mountain. I was going slowly at first but then I started to slide very fast. I started to turn around and around quickly. After what felt forever, I came to a stop. I had slid all the way to the bottom. I was alive. I couldn't believe it.
Three days later, I (make) it to the top. It was a beautiful day and I had a perfect view of everything around me.
