My first time in the mountains was when my dad, my cousin Hope, and I went to Denver over the summer. We went hiking up in the mountains, and stayed in a cabin. The drive to Colorado seemed like it took forever, but it was worth it. When we first arrived in Denver, and when I saw the mountains I was amazed because it was the middle of summer; hot, humid, and sunny, but the mountains still had snow on them. I couldn't stop looking at them because it was beautiful with the sun shinning, blue sky with a few clouds, and the grayness of the mountains with the white snow on the peaks just stood out. What I did not like about Denver was the traffic. Hope and I were terrified because the drivers were crazy, cutting people off, driving really close together while going 40-50 MPH. But my dad was calm because he used to live in Denver. He kept laughing at us because we were terrified. We were supposed to check into our cabin at four o'clock but we were there early, so instead we spent the day at Mount Evans. In order to get to the top of the mountain we had to drive 12 miles up the mountain. The road was narrow, so narrow that two cars going opposite ways would barely pass each other without hitting one another, or falling off the side of the mountain. Almost the …show more content…
All I saw was the mountain about 100 feet down. Once we got to the top of the mountain and parked the car we had to hike up more of the mountain if we wanted to get to the highest point. The rocks we had to climb up were slick because of the snow and ice that was there. Once we were at the highest point of that mountain which is 14,258 feet above sea level it looked amazing. It seemed like we could see for miles of just mountains. The grey mountains and white snow for miles. The temperature at the top of the mountain was around 50 degrees, but at the bottom of the mountain it was 70-80
In the memoir Within Reach: My Everest Story by Mark Pfetzer and Jack Galvin, the author Mark Pfetzer is faced with an extremely amazing yet scary challenge of climbing Mount Everest. Each event is the story has something to do with the nature that is around them at that moment but Pfetzer shows the readers that nature can be a way of life.
As we were climbing up the hill, I looked around to notice how green the lightly damp grass was, how beautiful the tall trees were, and how fast those snow clouds were moving above us. We got one elk on this adventure, so we decided we would pack up our stuff and head back home. As the white GMC reached the summit of Red Mountain Pass, I looked back to Silverton to see nothing but snow falling from the nearly black clouds in the sky, and I thought to myself--let it snow.
Well, the mountains don’t scare me. I did the Pacific Crest Trail three years ago. Overtime, the trail became my home. I felt as though I was exposing myself to more risk each time I entered town, than when I was on the trail with a small group of hikers.
The view was beautiful from up there. You overlooked the snow covered floor of the canyon. You looked over to see reddish brown rock and the trees that looked to be about two feet tall.
Growing up surrounded by mountains has been a great source of growth for me as a person. While both the Rocky Mountains and the White Mountains hold a special place in my heart, the Colorado Rockies and all of their splendor are where I belong. Dwarfing all other mountains in the contiguous US and making all other resorts pale in comparison, the Rockies offer natural splendor that cannot be beaten. The variety of creatures and geographical features you can see when standing on top of the world is much greater than what you can see from the top of the White Mountains. It is for these reasons that I feel my home is in the Rocky Mountains.
It was a cool, June morning, I had my bags packed and ready to go, and just like that I was on the road to Niagara Falls! We started by getting up at five O'clock in the morning.I remember waking up to the smell of french toast, bacon, and eggs. We packed our bags in the truck, then hit the road!
The mountains were tall (11,000 feet +) and covered with bright powdery snow. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. I was eager to set-up camp and prepare for our nine day hunt. But, Dad said that we had to drive around and check out all the good places, just to make sure that we were in the best area. This was partially understandable, but since I am a teenager I'm not supposed to understand anything! So, we spent another several hours driving. We went up and down through the mountains and then we saw it. The spot was beautiful; it was right on the edge of a vertical drop-off, over looking everything. It was like paradise, but colder!
The temperature went drastically down to -30 degrees fahrenheit. The winds were blowing at a dangerous speed and snow started falling rapidly. In no time the ground was starting to mountain up with snow. The storm came in full blast giving no time for the villagers to get to safety fast enough. Drivers were left stuck in the roads, trapped in their cars with no one to get home safely. They had to wait until U.S. troops could get there to help clear up roads when the storm ended, because they had no way into getting to the people from the
The skies were clear and a very bright blue. We unpacked our gear from the car and started hiking on the trail. Walking on the rocky trail was hard and tiring but the views were great. There were areas that were very grassy and green and others that seemed very dry. Our trail wasn’t on the green side.
Many parts of the Appalachian Mountains are pleasing to the eye. The Great Smoky Mountains are one of a kind mountains. I was on the top of one of the mountains and the view was breathtaking
A couple of years ago during one of those, on a whim after spending a few days in Arches National Park, my wife and I detoured to the snowy, icy south rim of the Grand Canyon. We journeyed toward it from the east side but got turned back at the National Parks’ gate; the road was snowed under from there on up. After retracing our steps, we traveled down to Flagstaff and spent the night, driving in my four by four truck up to the South Rim the next day. It was an eerie experience to stand on the edge of the South Rim and see only cloud; fog shrouded the canyon’s great gap, leaving us with visual doubts that anything was really there. Defeated, we hit the Visitor’s Center and gathered information so we could go back sometime in the spring or fall with weather more to our liking.
It was going to be the time of our lives. Four buddies of mine and I went out to Jackson, Wyoming to do some of the best snowboarding of our lives. It was our chance to get away from home for a week and have the best time of our lives. The trip out there was extremely boring driving through Iowa, Nebraska, and Wyoming. Possibly the three most boring states in the country.
I almost fell off a cliff on the side of a mountain. I was in Pitkin, Colorado, on a camping trip during the summer of 2009. The trees were green, the air was fresh so were the lakes, rivers, and ponds were stocked with fish and wildlife was everywhere. Usually, on these camping trips, I would be accompanied by a large number of people. However, this time, it was just my parents, my three brothers, and my two sisters. I was almost 12 years old at the time and having three older brothers made me very competitive. Naturally, when my family decided to climb one of the mountain’s which were around us, I wanted to be the first one to reach its peak.
I will never forget how a number of mundane occurrences created such a wonderful memory: my mother’s dislike of heights, my father’s horrible driving, the scenery, and the arrival at the top. My father parked the car, we all bundled up, and then we climbed out of the car. There was a lovely gift shop next to the Pike’s Peak sign. My family and I separated as we searched for souvenirs.
One of the most enjoyable things in life are road trips, particularly to the Colorado mountains. Getting to spend time with your family and friends, while being in a beautiful place, is irreplaceable. The fifteen-hour road trip may feel never-ending, but gazing at the mountains from afar makes life’s problems seem a little smaller and causes worries to become a thing of the past. Coming in contact with nature, untouched, is a surreal experience. My family trip to the Colorado mountains last summer was inspiring.