Winter Sports Riddles to Keep You Moving

I race downhill with two narrow feet, carving through powder with rhythm and beat. What am I?

I fly on one board with icy flair, flipping and spinning high in the air. What am I?

I'm a frozen stage where blades glide all day, twirls and toe picks on shimmering gray. What am I?

I'm a stick and a puck in the blink of an eye, fast passes and goals that make crowds cry. What am I?

I'm a sled built for two, with curves so tight. I roar down a track at breakneck night. What am I?

I'm poles in hands and a trail ahead, I shuffle through forests on skis instead. What am I?

I'm a sweeping broom on frozen lanes, clearing the path for granite gains. What am I?

I'm a helmet and goggles, snug on your head, cheering you on while you conquer the spread. What am I?

I'm a sled with a dog team blazing the way, racing through snow both night and day. What am I?

I'm a high-speed slide with corners to trace; just one daring rider sets the pace. What am I?

I'm an icy dance with jumps that gleam, artistry judged as a sparkling dream. What am I?

I'm snow-capped rails and pipes so tall, riders soar and crowds recall. What am I?

I'm a finish line banner with cheers so loud, medals awarded to make us proud. What am I?

I'm the chilly fan club bundled tight, cheering athletes under floodlights. What am I?

I'm the roar in your ears as you reach top speed, the rush of the race that skiers need. What am I?