underfoot

That day I had on powder skis by East Coast standards, that were 98 millimeters underfoot.

Camber underfoot and a full wood core is what adds to the pop, but that 92-millimeter waist width is a factor, too.

The wires that connect the batteries to the heating panels in the sock may be more noticeable underfoot, but you can get a pair with ultra-thin wires that you’ll hardly feel.

Since the late 1990s, manufacturers tried to pawn off old-school frame bindings—the ones that elevate you off the ski and force you to lift an underfoot platform with each step—as the fix.

In 1995, Atomic released the Powder Plus, one of the first fat skis, with a waist width of 95 millimeters underfoot.

It is very unlikely though that there is an epidemic underfoot in California.

They wish to indulge their sense of power, which is best done by grinding underfoot those who cannot retaliate.

Not while I had the open prairie underfoot and the summer sky above, and hands to strike a blow or pull a trigger.

The walls were covered with silk and velvet hangings, ornamented with gold fringe, while rich carpets were spread underfoot.

But, underfoot, beyond question, lay nothing but the broken heaps of stones that betokened a building long since crumbled to dust.

The ground shook and shook underfoot, each shock seeming greater, to add its strength to the one preceding it.

They trod a strange soil, strange flowers underfoot, strange birds in the air, strange leaves on the trees.