Personal Narrative: Hiking On The Appalachian Trail

The long 6-hour journey began. We all had assigned seats, but no one seemed where they were supposed to be. I sat next to a couple of my life-long friends, Timmy & Jake. We were actually going up to Jakes family's cabin, which was about 100 ft. away from the actual river.

This was the first time when I realized I may have really pushed her into something she couldn’t do. But after a few minutes and some water, food and my best attempt at a pep talk we were back on the trail. Around noon after about three hours of hiking we came to a rocky clearing. We sat and ate some lunch. It was the first time had seen something other than forest for the last 12 hours and it gave us the motivation to keep going.

I blocked out a significant portion of the car ride until the chaperone driving said "Only 30 more minutes to go boys. " I'd like to tell you that what I saw was the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced. The mountains looked like green waves that flowed infinitely with countless valleys crowded with life. This was the initial turning point in the trip that almost immediately altered my entire mentality for the trip. The next morning, after a lengthy 5-hour night of sleep, my individual team of 11 people departed into the mountains in pursuit of a specific house that was in need of help.

I cannot believe we have another marching band rehearsal. I have to walk out to the school’s marching band practice field again for the third time this week, just to go over what we already did yesterday. It is hot, humid, and I am tired. We go through all of this work, and we do not get anything from it. Why do we have to work for five hours a week for a ten-minute show anyway?

This year’s winter had proved fatal. Many old and ill had been perished. My one of the close relatives had also seen death very lately. For the last fifteen days, not for a single moment, the sun had shown its face.

We moved to Waxahachie when I was only two. At age six, my mother encouraged me to attend school, even though she was illiterate herself. I had to walk four miles to get to school. I missed many days to work in the cotton fields, but that was the only way for me to find my love for reading and math. My father?

Another reason was all the hand-to-hand combat. They did a lot more hand-to-hand combat than any other battle in the whole Civil War. Both the South and the North kept sending in troops for reinforcements. The Battle of Gettysburg is the bloodiest battle in the Civil

Three friends Sally, Ella and Cassie decided to go for a walk through the nearest forest because they wanted to go camping. They wanted to do something together without any adults but they weren’t sure how their parents would react to the idea. They asked their parents about it and to their surprise all their parents said that it was fine for them to do so. The three girls decided that they would be going for three – five weeks and they needed to make sure they called their parents everyday. They had to also make sure that they had enough supplies to keep them going for time.

Even though last night was rough I was sad when I realized that today would be my last day here. I soon realized that I wouldn't have any time to go biking, boating, or hunting but the thought of coming back one day took that grief away. I wanted to make my last day memorable so I said goodbye to Bonnie, Tom, and Charlie and I was off. While starting my hike I realized how lucky I was to be one of only ~11,000 people that visit every year.

I didn’t focus on merit badges required for the Eagle Scout Award. My dedication took off during the summer after 10th grade, when I was asked to cover for the Senior Patrol Leader during his absence at Camp Goshen. I was allowed to pick the merit badges, in which I wanted to take part, and the camp offered a large number of Eagle required badges that I could choose. I worked very hard to complete as many requirements as I could for rank advancement during that camping experience, and it broadened my outlook by challenging me to learn new things and stay on track.

Hiking the Appalachian Trail Every year, roughly 2,000 people attempt to thru-hike the entire 1,280 miles of the famous Appalachian Trail. Only one in four succeeds. Stretching from Georgia to Maine, the Appalachian Trail (A.T.) winds through snowy mountains and extensive farmland, attracting visitors from across the world to test their mettle. More than just a physical challenge, A.T. vets regularly preach that the trail is a test of mental endurance.

Performance Analysis of “Appalachian Journey” An analysis of the documentary “Appalachian Journey” by Alan Lomax proves that the musical performances featured are examples of traditional music. The songs performed used traditional music instruments and styles. Many songs were passed down through oral tradition, and many were stories of real events. The people of the appalachian mountains used banjo’s, guitars, and fiddles while singing throughout the documentary, including hand carved instruments and sound making toys.

Sadly, it was the end of summer and it was the year I was going into 7th grade for junior high! I spent a long time trying to find the perfect school. The junior high all of my friends were going to was Desert Ridge, which was a huge school with many long hallways that never end. It was very close and convenient to our house. My family and I also found a school called GCA.

I stand tall like the pines surrounding me, my body craving the sun, hoping to feel the warmth of the rays on my skin while the presence of the forest engulfs me. As the mountain chickadees begin their daily call, I feel the mountain air fill my lungs bringing me back home with each inhale. A slight breeze tugs at my hair and sends my soul tumbling to the worn trails leading back to the days I spent growing with my family in the wilderness. My parents first met in college while working at REI, they got engaged on a backpacking trip, were married in the sawtooths, and spent their honeymoon biking across southwestern Washington. When I was nine months old they took me on my first bikepacking trip; I rode behind them in a canary yellow trailer,

The place looked a lot like this. It smelled of fried fish and sunscreen, with a side of fries. I still cannot believe it happened. He just shot him like Han Solo and Greedo at the Cantina. Then the next shot hurt even more.