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. Just like the others around us we took out our map in order to find our trailhead. We had only one trail planned in Zion, Angels Landing, an iconic
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While my mom decided to stay behind because of her fear of heights, my dad and I began our last half-mile of the hike that took us forty five long minutes because of the difficulty and precision needed to reach the peak. The last part of the hike was all uphill and seemed to be more bouldering than walking. Hikers who had come before had left cold metal chains in order to help others reach Angels Landing. With my father only a few feet in front of me, I hiked in silence in order to concentrate so that each step I took kept me on the trail and not falling off into the 1488 foot drop that was only inches away from my toes. With every step taken, in my now dust covered hiking boots and my hand grasped forward to reach the metal chains, I propelled myself to the top. Finally, I could rest and enjoy the promised astounding view.
Standing now at the top of Angels Landing, my stomach began churning, my head was dizzy, but I could not stop smiling. Every gust of wind felt like a freight train trying to push hikers off the ledge and down into the plain below us. Although the surroundings were risky, the view was worth it, one could turn in every direction and see hardy green pine trees and blood red rock faces jutting out to meet the indigo blue sky. Gazing at the landscape right before me I knew the difficult hike was well worth it and I would remember this moment for the rest of my
The mountains and hills were before us, and it was beautiful. On the closest hill, maybe two hundred yards away, there was a beautiful clearing on top. Kason pointed to it. “Cade, look! There’s an elk on the clearing edge.
Arizona’s a Desert, Yo Me: “Hey, did I ever articulate how I was incriminated for shoplifting? Therapist Dan: “The aforementioned is not in my transcriptions. What’s the significance?” Me: “The situation kicked off my anxiety of constabularies for starters.”
Opportunity is something a person can not leave! If it is great enough, any thing is worth the risk for it. In the 1840 's the gold rush was something, it was a opportunity. Over 300,000 people were after the gold is search for a better life with riches. If I was in this time, I would have went to California because of the chance.
Mackinac Island. Never thought I would be here, but I was, FOR REAL! We got off the boat and waited for our bikes to come out of the boat. We got our bikes and started our route around the island. We rode about half a mile, when my cousin Andie said she had to go to the bathroom.
It’s about six hours since you left for Arizona . The way things have been, I know you wouldn’t have expected me to come to see you off. I was so focused on getting by on my own in the city, I didn’t realize how much I missed being with friends. And it was only today I realized how much I’ve missed you. You were my best friend for as long as I can remember, and it’s been almost two weeks since I last talked to you.
This summer I had so much fun doing outdoor activities. On a birthday trip to Pigeon Forge, TN, with my family, we did a ropes course, went zip lining, and went rafting. Doing all those activities in one day filled me with excitement and fear at the same time. At the end of the day, I was tired but happy!
Each day I notice a little more greenery on the banks. Birds sang in the trees and rabbits hopped along the ridge. Caroob followed his normal routine—keeping watch from the sky above, occasionally swooping down to bring me mushrooms, berries, or pears. By daylight, daylight I trekked mile after mile. In the evenings, I settled down on the banks and stared at the stars until I fell asleep.
Whether you are visiting New Mexico for the first time or you are a long-time resident, you need to check out Silver City in the southwestern part of the state. As we walked through the actual cliff dwellings, it was easy to imagine what it was like to live hundreds of years ago in this isolated canyon. The trail to the is about one mile and does have some steep and narrow sections, though there are benches provided so you can take a break and enjoy the view. Silver City is the gateway to the Gila National Forest, 3.3 million acres of forests, range, and wilderness.
A deep silence always surrounded the mountains; even the wind seemed to carry it, spreading it through every valley and cave. We stopped walking at daybreak every day, today when I looked up to see the group stopped I fell onto my backpack and looked around with my elbows in the snow. The sun rose below me seeming to rest on the top of the mountains. Gone was the familiar terrain, the herds of wild yak and horses keeping us company, and the rolling green of the hills. Today the sun was not rising above me.
The trail is dusty and hot, the oxygen tired and hungry, half of the men at this point in our journey spend the morning still drunk from the prior event, Pa being one of them. We are always in harm's way, danger waits at any point along the trail, from Indians to snakes, even heat exhaustion, this trip has become hell itself. For
I will never forget that encounter the intense sun, the endless horizon, the infinite shades of blue that dissolved any boundary between sky and trees. The views were like swimming into a kaleidoscope, deceptively plain "Lake Winaukee" sign on the outside, but a show of colors on the inside, waiting to shock and, mesmerize me. Those colors! Sails on the horizon covered the lake; streaks of sunlight illuminated them, the swaying wildlife creating a dance of rhythm. Beautiful, preserved life synchronizing every movement with the camp sight creating one living entity.
There was a slight cool breeze at the top of Mt. Cardigan during mid Fall, the landscape was a beautiful painting made by the earth and sky. I could see blue ponds reflecting the clear sky like a giant mirror, some trees had begun to turn orange, yellow, or red, while other trees still held on to their green. It was a very popular day to hike and we had a spectacle of thirty plus people watching to see what our daring plan was. Three of my friends and I were out of place on this mountain because we did not come up with a dog or even hiking boots on.
The Grand Canyon made me feel meager compared to my surroundings. Normally, being around people and things that are made to be at human scale, does not make you feel big or small, just normal. When you go out into the wild, there are plenty of things that can make you feel large or tiny. For example, ants, small leaves, specks of dirt can make us feel really big. Sometimes, things are so small that they are not even noticed.
The Grand Canyon is a notable topographic feature in Northern America. It has nearly 2, 000 meters of rock layers exposed on the surface with twelve major rock units and occupies a region of broad continental crust. Despite its vastness, how it exactly became as it is now remains a question to scientists who study the area. The Grand Canyon is located specifically at the southwestern edge of the Colorado Plateau in Arizona.
My issues with Zion: the park was terribly over crowded. Even in the off season my three companions and I had to squeeze into a stinky shuttle to each location. As we hiked to each location from the shuttle stops we felt rather like cattle. Instead of enjoying the scenery and spectacular views – you were too busy dodging slow walkers or being caught up in a sea of fellow sight seers.