To Kill A Mockingbird Personal Narrative

August 3, through, August 15, was a time that I spent exploring western America with my biological father. The majority of the time was spent in national parks and my father and I saw a broad spectrum of our country’s immaculate beauty. We drove about three thousand miles and though I’m not accustomed to these types of road trips, I have been a Boy Scout for over a decade now; which has made me no stranger to nature. Consequently, I hope to remember every moment that I was able to gaze over the grand mountains, deep forests, desolate deserts, and open plains through the tempered glass pane of our Grand Cherokee. Surrounded by all of the scenery, I was constantly spotting new things. In an instant, at 88 miles per hour, or stretched out in front of me while I stared in perplexity for hours; there was just too much

One surely could understand. The desert seems to be a living piece of art that never gets old to examine. An amusing show to behold here was dirt devils wisping about the desert valleys. Becoming an Eagle Scout has made me vigilant and appreciative of the environment that I am a part of. Nevertheless, In all of my excitement of seeing the countryside, I was also met with a measurable degree of disappointment in the imperfections that humans have disgraced this masterwork with. School has taught us about pollution, overexploitation, and unsustainable development. However, knowing about these things doesn’t mean I’ve put much thought into current environmental issues or done much to alleviate these problems. All of this said, I can’t be sure what the future holds and that road trip has given my mind a more substantial perspective of nature’s grandeur. Perhaps I will forfeit my plans to become a civil engineer for a career with an environmental major. That, or I could try to tackle the paradox of sustainable development as an environmentally conscious