Jadyn Dalrymple

Snowboarder, Hiker, Traveler, Story Teller

Why My Dad’s Better Than Yours ;)


  1. My dad loves to be in the outdoors and has taken us out there since we were very little.
  2. My dad got me a debit card when I was just 7 years old.
  3. My dad will bust on all of my friends when they come over to make them laugh.
  4. My dad takes care of me when I am hurt, like when I broke my arm this year.
  5. My dad gives us amazing life talks all the time.
  6. My dad is absolutely hilarious.
  7. My dad teaches us games like slap box, which if you didn’t know is a game where you try and slap the other person’s face and block your own.
  8. My dad tries to say yes to most things we ask for. We get to compete in snowboarding because of him.
  9. My dad doesn’t accept brattiness, whininess, or laziness.
  10. My dad is the most amazing dad in the world.

“My dad gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me.” – unknown

Happy Father’s Day, Dad! I love you!!!


If I Could Change A Day


My mom is publishing a book this month through BreckCreate. It is a beautiful collection of short stories and artwork from Middle School and High School students in Summit County. You can find it here on Amazon. My brother Isaac will have his Peregrine Falcon drawing in it. This is the short story that I wrote for the book. It is based on a true story, but not totally true.


If I could change a day, I would change the day when my world collapsed, or so I thought it had. It was a cold, snowy day in November. Sure, I had thought that my life would change a little bit that day, but I never would have thought that when I climbed in the car that morning, it would change like it did.

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I sat in the car waiting. If my mom didn’t get in the car in two minutes, I would be late to one of most exciting days of the season – the first slopestyle competition this year.

“Sorry,” my mom said as she hurriedly scrambled into the car. She started the car, and we pulled out into the gloomy, snowy day. I stuck in my earbuds and looked out the window. It was about a forty minute drive, and I barely got any sleep the night before, so after a few minutes, I was fast asleep.

When we finally got there, my mom shook me awake.

Today was the day I had been training for all season. I wanted to win it all. I could feel it. I was going to do a trick that I had been practicing for months. And if I landed it, I could win the competition.

I came up to the jump. I prepared myself for the back 5, slight bend in the knees, ready to pop. Arms ready to throw the spin. And most importantly a focus to finish my trick perfectly. I went off the lip, popping as I went off. I spun, but I had thrown it so hard that I kept spinning. I over-rotated. I hit the snow.

I landed hard, hitting my shoulder and collarbone. I slid down the landing until I came to a stop. The pain in my collarbone was increasing by the second, and I stifled a little scream. I waited for what seemed like hours, not sure if I could get up. When I tried, the pain was too great, so I just lay there. Ski patrol came skiing over to me with the sled ready. They gently took off my snowboard and laid me in the sled. They rode down, and I caught a glimpse of my mother, quickly rushing down behind me, a look of worry on her face.

They rushed me to the hospital, and the doctors checked me out. Turns out I had broken my collarbone. Badly. They told me I would be out for 8 weeks. When they told me this, I could feel the tears, pushing at my eyes, wanting to spill out like Niagara Falls. I tried to hold them back, but I couldn’t. I weeped. Not because of the pain – that was manageable. No, I was weeping because of all the memories, and fun I would miss, and of course, most of all, I cried because of the practice and new tricks, that would be learned, without me.

I got into the car and looked out the window. Still snowing. I had sat in this same seat a few hours earlier. But there was a big difference between earlier and now. Then, I had been excited, and ready to put down my run. Now, I felt that my life was over.

I walked into my room and fell back onto my bed. Today had not been the day that I thought it would be. I tried to tell myself that lots of people had it a lot worse than me being out for 8 weeks from snowboarding. Most people didn’t even have the opportunity to snowboard. My mom helped me get on my pajamas. I was still crying a little. Even though I didn’t have it that bad, I was still very disappointed.

I woke up the next day forgetting what had happened the day before. But then I felt the pain in my collarbone, and it all came back to me. I got up and went downstairs. My mom and dad were down there, and I went and sat down with them.

“Hey,” my mom said. “I met this girl a few days ago, and I thought you might like her, so I set it up so you can meet her today if you feel ok.”

“I guess so,” I replied.

Who knows? Maybe making a new friend who didn’t snowboard would be good.

I walked into the coffee shop, and after a few minutes, I saw a girl and her mom crossing the street, and I knew that it was her. There was something about her that I just knew we’d be friends.

We stayed and talked in the coffee shop for an hour, and it turned out that we had a lot in common. I really liked her, and I was so happy to meet her. This new friend made having my broken collarbone a lot easier.

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So yes, if I could change a day, I would change the day that I broke my collarbone. But looking back, if it didn’t happen, I probably wouldn’t have been able to get to know my new friend or had as much time to spend with her that winter. If I hadn’t broken my collarbone, as bad as it seemed at the time, I wouldn’t be where I am with snowboarding right now. When I came back from my injury it took me a little bit of time to get over my fear of jumps and of ever doing a back 5 again, but after I got over that, I was stronger than ever and progressed like crazy.

About the Author

My name is Jadyn Dalrymple. I’m 12 years old, and I‘m in 6th grade. I love to snowboard, skateboard, rock climb, and play tennis. I have loved telling stories since I was very young. I also love to journal about my everyday life. This year, during early season of snowboarding, I broke my arm doing a front board on a rail. So this story is kind of based on that event.  Breaking my arm was a little setback in my season, but it didn’t mean my season was over. I managed to overcome this setback and ended getting 5th in Slopestyle at USASA Nationals.

Our Trip – Oral Story

Almost 5 years ago, my dad told us that we had one month to sell everything we had, leave our home, and travel around the western United States.

I was seven at the time and didn’t totally know what was going on. But I didn’t want to leave because I didn’t want to leave my friends and my things and my home where I’d grown up. We had a fun going away party from all our friends who were sad to see us go. I cried when we drove away from our neighborhood, as I realized we were actually leaving.

My parents told us we could take one bag with our clothes and favorite things. I think I had more than one bag, though, but all of our stuff ended up fitting in our car. We stayed in hotels, a few houses, a yurt, and couple campsites.

We visited National Parks all around the Western US. And at each one we would go on a hike and explore different trails. And of course, my mom had to take lots of pictures, because that’s what she does.

Since we didn’t stay in places for a long time, we didn’t have enough time to really get to know friends too well, so we usually just hung out with each other. We had a lot of fun together as a family.  We would take hikes in the dark with our flashlights, eat great food, and learned to snowboard together. I realized that you don’t really need a lot of stuff to be happy. We made so many memories with just each other exploring the outdoors

We got to visit around 38 National Parks. My favorite national park was Glacier. We went paddleboarding on lake McDonald and it was beautiful, you could see all the way down because the water was so clear. I also loved sleeping in the yurt – it was one of the highlights of Glacier.

Since I was homeschooled, we went to a bunch of different places to do our schoolwork. We would sometimes read and work in the car, at a coffee shop, or out in nature. We listened to a lot of Audio books together and learned about all the places we visited.

Although I was sad to leave my home at the time, I am now so happy that I left Austin. I would have never imagined that I would be living in the mountains, snowboarding, and going to school here. So I’m so glad that my dad made that decision.


I Love Snowboarding

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This was a poem I wrote in school this week:

I love you, oh, Snowboarding,

I love how you’re fun.

You make my day brighter

when I ‘m riding in sun.

I go off of jumps and hit some tree stumps.

But whenever I’m gliding, I’m smiling.

Laughing with friends as I go around bends

Falling in snow always makes my face glow.

I jump onto rails, but I usually fail.

I love learning new tricks, while hanging with my favorite chics.

Boarding down hills while I get the chills.

Oh, Snowboarding, oh how I love you.

Fourth of July in D.C.


On the Fourth of July we got to be in D.C, which was super cool!

We walked around DC and in a few museums, but our feet got super tired , so we decided to rent bikes. Riding bikes on the Fourth of July was amazing because all of the streets were closed off, so we could ride anywhere.

On the bikes we went to see the Lincoln Memorial which was awesome, and the Jefferson Memorial which I liked. They had ink and a quill there so you could try and write. It felt really cool!

And then lastly we saw the Washington Memorial. We took a picture in front of it, then went to where the fireworks would be to get a spot. The fireworks were right in front of the Washington Memorial which gave it a cool effect! The fireworks were so pretty – my favorite one was this big bright sparkly spray!

Maroon Bells and Hanging Lake Hikes


On Mother’s Day morning, my mom and I woke up earlier than the rest of my family so we could go to Maroon Bells in Aspen and be back for Isaac’s Lacrosse game. Maroon Bells was very pretty, I loved the red rocks around it and the mountains behind it. It made a very pretty picture! But it was also very windy, so we didn’t really hike. We just walked out to the water, took lots of pictures, and came back to the car because I was freezing. Then we drove back and went to Isaac’s lacrosse game.

After Isaac’s lacrosse game ( by the way they won!) My family and I went on a hike to Hanging lake when we were driving home on Mothers Day. It was a very beautiful hike and a lot of fun. There was a lot of water all along the hike because of snowmelt. It was about 2.5 miles round trip but it sort of felt like longer.  There were lots of bridges throughout the hike, and the water was so pretty. Towards the top of the hike it got very steep and very high up.

Then we finally reached Hanging Lake. There was also a huge, beautiful waterfall that was falling into the lake. I took some pictures of a cute little chipmunk! When we were coming back down, Gabe and I ran and arrived there before my parents and Isaac so we Penny boarded around the parking lot while we waited. It was a lot of fun!

Thank You, Coach Terri!


I have had a really fun, progressive, awesome season with Coach Terri.

She is an amazing coach that teaches me so much while making it a great experience too! I have been in Terri’s group for about 2 and a half seasons now, and they have been awesome!

She has helped me learn lots of new tricks and helped me put together great runs for all of my competitions! She pushes me and prepares me to do bigger, harder tricks. I love Terri!


A Long Walk to Water

a long walk to water

A Long Walk to Water is a book about two different people, a boy named Salva whose story took place in 1985 and a girl named Nya whose story took place in 2008.

Salva lost all of his family and friends during the war in Sudan, so it makes me more grateful for my friends and family.

Nya has to walk to a pond all day to get water, so she doesn’t get to go to school  or do anything else, so it makes me more grateful for clean water that I can easily get, and for getting to do school.

When it got hard for Salva to keep going, his Uncle would tell him “one step at a time, one day at a time”. So when his Uncle died and he was at a miserable camp, he just kept telling himself “one day at a time.”

Towards the end of the book the two characters met. As an adult, Salva made it to the United States and found out that his father was still alive!  But Salva’s father had gotten sick because of the dirty water, so Salva decide to help get money together to get clean water in Sudan.

There were two different tribes, Dinka and Nuer he was in the Dinka tribe. He helped his tribe get clean water, and then he helped some Nuer people which was crazy because they are complete enemies!  Nya was Nuer and she thanked him for the water and that’s how they met.

This was a very intense story that I really liked.

(One random neat thing about this story is that Salva was sponsored by a family to come and live in Rochester, NY in 1996, and my parents were both going to college in Rochester at that time!)



The War That Saved My Life


The War That Saved My Life was one of my favorite books! This story was about a girl named Ada and a boy named Jamie who lived during WW2.

This is a story about perseverance. Ada has a club foot, but that doesn’t stop her from wanting to do many things. She is very independent and perseveres. For example, even though she always fell off the horse when learning to ride, she’d always get back on. This is also a story about love. Ms. Smith ends up caring for both kids during the war and showing them how much they are loved.


Here is a short summary of some of the main parts of the story:

Ada is a cripple, and her mom doesn’t like her. Her mom hits her and never lets her go outside.

But since the war is going on, a lot of parents are sending their children out of London. Ada and Jamie snuck out in the morning because their Mam was not going to let Ada leave. They got on a train and headed out to the country. It was a hot train and long trip. They saw a girl riding a horse, and Ada noted that she’d like to do that some day.

When they finally arrive, they go to the bathroom. She sees an ugly girl looking back at her and realized that it’s her own reflection!

Nobody wants her or Jamie, and they’re the last children left. So, Ms. Thornton, the administrator takes them in her car and takes them to Ms. Smith’s house and drops them off. Ms. Smith doesn’t really want them, but she has to take them. She has a very nice house and is pretty rich.

Ms. Smith takes them into town to get groceries and wanted them to get ID’s. They didn’t even know when they were born. They made up birthdays. They also get check-ups from the doctor, and they get Ada some crutches. When they get home, Ada sees a beautiful pony named Butter who used to be Becky’s horse (Ms. Smith’s best friend who had passed away.)

One day when she’s practicing riding Butter, she sees Margaret. She has a nice horse and is very rich. Margaret falls off her horse, so Ada brings her home and meets a guy who works in the stables for her, Mr. Grimes. He tells her that she can come over anytime and he’ll answer any questions about horses.

Ada goes up on a hill and always checks for spies. She sees a little rowboat with a guy getting off. Maybe that’s a spy. She goes down and looks. He buries his suitcase. She goes to the police. The guy thinks she is making it up.

“My foot is a long way from my brain,” she tells him, because he questions her.

She asked another policeman to come and talk to her. They go out in the squad car, and Ada thinks she sees the guy, and so they stop him and ask for his ID. He has a perfect regular accent, but they find that he has sand on his jeans/pants and they are wet. And since there’s a barbed wire blocking people to the beach, no one should really be hanging out there. They take him away. Ada tells the police about the suitcase. The next day, the policeman who hadn’t believed her came to her door and apologized – the man was a spy. They will use the confiscated radio to tell the other country lies.

Ada becomes a hero!

Skipping forward…..

A few years later, Ada’s Mam comes to find them and is mad because the kids left her and she has to pay a certain amount for them. She tells them that they have to come with her. Ms. Smith tries to convince Mam to let them stay, but is not able to.

They go back to London, and Ada worries about the bombs. Mam tells her that there won’t be any. But they go to the house, and in the morning Mam takes Ada’s crutches and shoes, which is mean, and says she can only stay in the apartment again.

The next night when Ada talks to her at dinner, she asks, “If you never had to pay for us, would you let us go back to Ms. Smiths.” Mam doesn’t really answer but just goes to the pub.

That night there actually is a bombing. The kids don’t know where the bomb shelter is. Ada has to go really slow because she doesn’t have her crutches or shoes. A bomb hits close to them. They find a shelter, and they’re ok. And once it’s over, her hearing starts coming back. They come out, and see Ms. Smith who was probably there looking for them!

They go back to the country with her, and that’s the end. A happy ending!



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