Personal Narrative: A Day In The Yukon Trail

The ice cold snow melts onto my face, I laugh at myself and hope to god the people around me didn’t see that. No one was paying attention to me they all had this type of confidence and excitement to learn and grow. I stood back up and headed down the hill with all force, not knowing how to turn I abruptly put my snowboard on healedge and slammed to a stop. Little did I know I was already halfway down the hill.

It was an early December morning. The roads were slick with a thin layer of ice. The air was crisp with a winter chill and there was a slight drizzle falling from the sky. I was riding in my dad’s truck to my grandma’s, who babysat me while my parents were at work. My little brother Kaden was also with us.

After just a few days of being in New York, the young boy was exposed to the harsh realities of his new life in America. Prior to arriving in America, Medina had never experienced snow. As he takes his first few steps into this new country he sees this clean, fresh snow. He describes

He takes a risk that could either pay off mightily or possibly send him to his death. The Man is lead to a yukon territory that is extremely cold. He is isolated from all people and only has a dog making the journey with him. It is clear that the temperature becomes the man's enemy, “Fifty degrees below zero meant 80 degrees of frost. Such facts told him that it was cold and uncomfortable, and that was all.

“Lets finish getting our revenge.” They walked out of the door and into the dark snowy night. The beam of light from their flashlights sliced through the shadowy forest. They followed the trail of blood, continuing on through the wintry night. Suddenly they heard the crunch of walking in snow, coming from ahead.

The short story, “To Build a Fire’ by Jack London is a devastating tale of a man who makes the foolish decision to go off the Yukon’s main trail. The story starts off saying “Day had broken cold and gray”(First Paragraph), as the man further travels off the path he gets into extremely cold temperatures, “The Yukon lay a mile wide and hidden under three feet of ice. On top of this ice were as many feet of snow”(Second Paragraph). This man, this exceptionally foolish man who has never had a winter still continues to walk further upon the trail. However, this man was foolish but he was also simple, he looked at things in simplicity, he realized even though it was 50 degrees below freezing that the frost bite could be avoidable with mitten, hats,

In Yukon during the gold rush, a miner named Clay Dilham goes on a search for firewood while leaving his partner doing supper. During his journey, he had spotted a dead tree in the side of a a icy hill. He must climb “up the slide” to reach the tree, although he did not realize how treacherous the way down could be. He had experienced so many obstacles that he had decided that the best way down is going up the hill, which is still not that easy. After many hours, he had finally reached the top which had used much of his energy.

His arms shook around, and he wiggled a little as he got used to his snowman form. He opened his mouth but the words didn 't come out. Confused, he cleared his throat, and his deep warm voice formed a pleasant sound. He told us about his time away, on his vacation in the North Pole. He said he 's always wanted to come back to our yard, but it 's never been cold enough for him to return.

The hammer came back up, and down again. Eyelids just about to close the distance, a one-thousand ton weight on his shoulders, every single drag of the foot through the snow bringing him closer and closer to collapse. His eyes closed, the amount of ground he was covering shortening as the agonizing seconds went on. Panic shot through his mind as he lulled; what if there was somebody nearby? He looked from right to left, a long, wide, twitching gaze on every drift.

The boy helped his sister to her feet, and they made their way home. Fall, and his children trotted to and fro around the corner, the day’s woes and triumphs on their faces. They stopped at an oak tree, delighted, puzzled, apprehensive. Winter, and his children shivered at the front gate, silhouetted against a blazing house. Winter, and a man walked into the street, dropped his glasses, and shot a dog.

Then he could remove his wet moccasins and socks. While they dried, he could keep his naked feet warm by the fire, rubbing them first with snow. The fire was a success. He was safe. He remembered the advice of the old man on" Sulphur Creek, ,so this man decided to travel himself and wolf dog in very cold state.

It was a freezing day in Whistletown the snow white as paper was falling consistently. That morning a boy named flap jack was rudely awaken by his mother Bananaka. When Flap Jack woke up he saw his alarm clock dead, alarmed he ran downstairs to see what time it was, to his surprise it was 8:55 he has 5 minutes to get to school! Sprinting to his room like a cheetah throwing on his favorite blue sweater and black skinny jeans. Rushing outside throwing on his yellow Convers and running down to his school, Arnold middle school.

One dark snowy day there was a boy named John Webb he was born in Morgantown West Virginia. He went walking with his friends Cole West and Stan Hunt so they started to walk down the hill. But they started to come upon a guy with a dark coat but you could not see his face and so the boys just kept walking but he kept getting closer. So, they decided to go back home then they realize that he kept getting closer and closer until he started to chase them but they couldn 't get up the hill so they tried and tried with all of their hearts to make it up the hill. But they all fell back down and as soon as they looked up he was there.

Imagine being a newcomer walking through a place of isolation wondering if one can survive this tremendous cold. The main character feels a little over confident, he thinks he could make it through this journey alive. The newcomer travels alone without a companion. His second mistake was when the man doesn’t pay close enough attention to the ice, he slips through and exposes his feet to the water. His last mistake was when he builds the fire under a spruce tree.

The author continuously repeats how cold the temperature is, painting a picture of a kind of loneliness and cruel (surrounding conditions). He also relates the man 's state of being along the mood of the story. "He was not much given to thinking. " He had only mind to reaching his goal and not much thought about the temperature. "