Personal Narrative: My Trip To Spearfish, South Dakota

Last summer, I traveled to Yellowstone National Park and it was breathtaking. I remember pulling into the park and just breathing in the smell of pine trees. As we were driving through the lush, green trees two brown bears emerged from the woods and calmly crossed the street. Later, we drove up the mountain and could see the entire park. It was an unforgettable sight, I saw everything from the various mountains to the pines and I could even see Old Faithful.

Just a few months after I got my license I was driving my friend Kylee from the school to the softball field so we could warm up before our game. On the way down to the field on the dirt road I heard a loud noise and knew something had just been messed up. I get out of my car and saw a huge dent in the side, I had hit a post. About three months later just after school had gotten out, my car was put into the shop and I was borrowing my grandma’s car.

For the past 9 years, my family and I have been going to an amazing place called Fish Creek in Door County, Wisconsin. It’s a small little town on the strip of Wisconsin. This year was probably one of my favorite years. We did many things like tandem biking, walking through the town, swimming, eating, and spending quality family time. As we were tandem biking through Peninsula State Park, our hearts racing, sweat dripping, and hair flowing through the breeze, I noticed a slight tug on my shoe.

My winter break was spent traveling and bonding with my family. My brother and I attended my teens run practice every morning during winter break. During Christmas eve, my uncle took me down to Los Angeles to visit my family and tour the city. We spent one week there before coming back to Modesto for New years. On New Years eve I had a ten mile race which my father went to support me, after the race we spent quality time together.

Pikes Peak This past summer I went on vacation with my aunt’s family to Colorado, and being from iowa, the land of corn and flat ground, we wanted to do all the mountain things you can do in Colorado. one very memorable mountain we visited was Pikes Peak, one of the tallest mountains in Colorado 14,114 thousand feet above sea level. There are two ways you can get to the top of Pikes Peak, you can drive up the side of the mountain, or you can ride the train up the other side, if you ride the train then you can only be on the top for 20 to 30 minutes, but if you drive you can do whatever you want, so we chose to drive up. The drive up was beautiful, even though the road was really windy and made me car sick it was still really cool to see.

As the white slush rocketed in, the boy suddenly laid over my body. The slush felt like angry dogs attacking me. As the snow crawled down my broken body I began to shriek again. I could not wait to get out of those wet soggy clothes and away from that white slushy snow. All of a sudden, the snow throwing stopped.

When we get to the other side of town, there is a long gravel that we drive down. If we are driving and we see a deer on the way down the road, that means that we will have good luck when we go out to hunt. When we get to the end of the road there is a circular clearing with four trailers parked in it and a fire pit. Once we unload, my cousin, Emma, and my friend Luke get on our four wheelers and explore the one hundred acres we have. Once we got back, we usually have dinner and talk around the campfire.

Nice people I must say but that 's for another… lovely tragic story. Back to what I was saying, I flew over the forest minding my own delightful business when I heard yelling and screaming, above the others, that I was thrown to with fascination. I flew as fast as my wings could allow me too. I passed Turkey, Germany and Great Britain to find myself floating over water that

Hershey Park Ever take a picture with a Hershey Kiss? I sure did! I leaped into the car with my Dad to go to HERSHEY PARK! My heart was beating fast, and I couldn’t wait to arrive at Hershey Park for the first time.

Awakened by a bump in the road, I looked out the window to see two 700-foot high sandstone rock slabs on either side of the car while we made our way uphill to our destination, Zion National Park. When we stepped out of the van the warm breeze hit our faces as quickly as the realization that my family and I were finally here. Our trip to Zion had begun, with Bryce, The Grand Canyon, and Monument Valley to follow. The campers and hikers around us were a buzz with discussions of what trail they should take for the day, how much gear they should bring, and how much water was necessary for their hike.

The summer of 2016 my family and I took a road trip to Colorado. Colorado reminded me a lot of Minnesota but on a big Mountain. There are river valleys that are 1,250 feet deep to mountains that are 14,114 feet high. I climbed a mountain in Glenwood Canyon.

I have been to many different states and I want to go to many more. Before my sisters went to college my family always went to Colorado to go skiing with family friends. I love the spectacular view that the amazing Colorado mountains have to share. Colorado is by far my favorite state that I have ever been too. I love heights, I like being able to look out over everything and to be able to see for miles and beyond.

There was silence, then… BOOM! My father and I finally shot the antelope that cost us day's of determination and perseverance. It took four days of sneaking through bushes, trees and rocks jutting into our skin, hiking around for hours trying to find herds of antelope, and consistently calling, with the intentions to find something, yet failing around every turn. This brutal hunt wasn’t for nothing though, in fact, let me introduce the story that changed my life forever. Welcome to the great antelope hunt.

In December, my family and I went skiing in Colorado. We like to go see our family, and participate in winter sports. Our two favorite sports are tubing and skiing. When we arrived at Colorado there were ten inches of snow on the ground. We had a choice to go back to my grandparent’s house or go tubing and then go back.

Returning from a visit with relatives in Georgia, my wife and I had managed to be driving on the Cherohala skyway in the dead of night. The sky was cloudy and this made for total darkness. My wife drives anytime we travel more than hour and definitely at night. This was one of those trips. We were both very tired from an extended trip we had made down south.