Personal Narrative: A Walk In A Mountain

If I’d only knew that in half an hour I would be traveling what felt like 30 mph down one of the steepest parts of a mountain with adrenaline rushing throughout my body, I would have enjoyed the walk up a bit more. We had been walking up the side of the mountain for 15 minutes now. My friends and I were beginning to feel tired and had started to pant. I was from Florida were the land was primarily flat so I was not accustomed to hiking up a mountain. One of my councilors Jesse who had a medium sized brown beard and brown hair, told me as we walked up the worn down path, that once we reached the top we would stop and rest. Then we would take a special way down the mountain and back onto the path, we came up on. As I walked, tired and sore from the trek

We rested for about fifteen minutes before we were called over to the cliff face. I was the last one to rise, as I was not yet accustomed to the rigorous exercise because I had only arrived a week prior. As I made my way over, I recalled my time before SUWS. I had been sitting on my ass eating junk food and watching shows on my computer for 5 months. I was because of this that I was so tired. Once I joined the rest of the group and joined them in looking over the edge, I discovered a dirt hill with trees growing out of it at a 160-degree angle. My fear grew as I stared down at the side of the hill. It was steep, cover with trees, and it had rocks on its sides. After I finished looking down the brown tree, infested hill my counselor told me that we would be sliding down it. I was shocked. I did not know how we could possible slide down the hill, at that angle and not crash when we reached the ground. I would find out later, but before that, we had to get our backpacks down the hill. I wondered how it would be done and I found out as our other counselor Emma simply dropped our packs down the hill. The slide down the hill not