Hiking the Lake Superior Trail This past summer I went hiking on the Lake Superior Trail. I was hiking for 7 days. I went with a group called the Venture Crew. The Venture Crew is a branch of The Boy Scouts of America. We hiked a total of 33 miles over those 7 days. The terrain was very rough and hilly. It took a lot of work and determination but it was a great experience. The first day was a blast. We hiked 4 miles from the drop off point to the first camp. I remember hopping out of the large white camp van onto the dusty gravel backwood parking lot. My eyes wandered out to the edge of the parking lot looking for the entrance to the trial. I found it at the right edge of the lot. I went and put on the 50 pound backpack. The feeling of the …show more content…
The trail ahead was closed and we had to take a detour. The original hike on that day was 7 miles. That was the most we would have hiked in one day out of all of the seven days. We had already hiked 4 of those 7 miles. We were halfway there or that's what we thought until we got to the detour. The detour was an extra 8 miles out and around to get back to the trail we were trying to get to. To add onto this extra work it was raining but not just rain. It was misting and raining. The water could get into anything backpacks, dry bags and rain jackets. It got into our clothing and soaked me and everyone else there to the bone. These extra 8 miles were not like the other trails either they were on a biking path. This biking path was on the side of a highway and was entirely made of blacktop. I thought that it would be easy because the ground is flat but that was not the case. The flatness of the ground was painful in the hiking boots I was in. After walking about 20 miles on soft natural ground my feet had adapted to the ground and the sudden change in terrain made my feet ache. It was miserable. Everything that day was just miserable. The weight of the 50 pound pack on my back felt like 100 pounds. That was mostly because of the water that the pack had absorbed but also the aching pain from my legs and feet. Finally we made it to the campsite and set up camp. The sight we picked was right next to a stream and thank god for that. After that long day I proceeded to lay down on the small beach and fall asleep in the warm sun. The next day was warm and sunny and the last day we only a mile hike out to the van so that was really nice. The final stretch to the van was a small climb up a hill and a steep climb down. At the top I could see Lake Superior and the forest that I was about to leave. A wave of sadness washed over me and I started to descend and move closer and closer to the van. I didn't want to leave but I did want to leave. I
It was our fifth day in the Philmont Scout Reservation in New Mexico, the halfway point of the trek. I as the Crew Leader was responsible for the other 11 members of the crew, including 4 adults. I was in charge, and amazingly the adults rarely tried to take over, although they would strongly advise me what to do in some situations. Phil, with the exception of me, the oldest scout and the Chaplain for the trip, was my second. Together we dealt with problems of making sure everyone carried the right amount of stuff in their pack to who had to cook and cleanup each day. The trip had gone well so far, no injuries, and the worst problem had been a faulty backpack. As I walked I thought about the upcoming campsite. Supposedly this one had running water from a solar powered pump—so had the last night’s site but the tank was too low to use for anything but cooking because the of how cloudy it had been of late. But today was bright and shinny, and hot, so I didn’t think there would be a problem.
This trial helped me realize how grateful I am to have the choice to wear shoes or not. I learned how vulnerable and cold unprotected feet can be, even in early fall. I could not imagine how it would feel to be shoeless in the middle of winter. It has also shown me the luxury of shoes, and given me a greater compassion for the hundreds of thousands of people around the world who cannot afford their own
Many Americans love to hike. There are many hiking trails located in the United States. One of the most well known trails is the Appalachian Trail. The Appalachian Trail, with its distinct history, requires much conservation for the safety of its many hikers.
“Come on, “ my counselor Emily screamed from shore. The quick rapids made it very difficult to dig our paddles into the river. My cabin was stopping to eat lunch on our Tuesday canoeing trip. On Saturday, we had traveled down to Brownstown, Indiana for a week full of friends, fun, and God. My church stayed at a retreat center called Pyoca. Every year on Tuesday, we would go on a canoeing or rafting trip depending on the water levels. Emily, Annabelle, my canoeing partner, and I sat along the sand bank waiting for other canoes to come in. Many other groups slowly went by, while we patiently waited for other groups to come in. I was so hungry, I couldn’t wait. Canoeing had zapped all of my energy, and had made me really hungry. I began to quickly wade out into the river, so I could help the other canoes come in faster. Someone screamed, “Be careful” from the bank. Nate Epple, a counselor of
Riding down Pikes Peak was one of the best adventures I have ever had, however, it was horrifying at times. Our whole vacation in Colorado was full of adventure. We rode ATVs, went white water rafting, but the best part was riding a bike down Pikes Peak. This was an exhilarating adventure I will never
This summer I went to my lake house, on Lake Shafer. I tubed, skied, wakeboarded, and Kneeboarded. At the start of summer, I was tubing. It was so exciting when I caught air. I had to at least hit 4 feet in the air when my tube hit a wave. I was going so fast, it felt like I was hitting 70 mph when my mom turn the speed boat. It was the best time.
After three weeks of waiting for the grass to grow, it finally sprouted up and we started our journey for Oregon. After the first towns in the beginning, The people guiding me began to throw materials out of the back of the wagon. That's when I noticed that their was all sorts of stuff scattering the trail. That night, my guiders unloaded a pile of assorted materials. In the morning, not to my surprise the wagon was lighter and easier to move. The journy was very dry for the next few weeks it was very dry, except when we hit these little towns. We would stop for no more than a day to stock up on energy, then keep on walking.
Years ago my family took a trip to Yellowstone National Park. I chose this common experience for this memory assignment. First, I made a list of all the things I remembered from my trip at Yellowstone. I remembered we traveled in our motorhome and got halfway to our destination and parked on the side of the road and slept there for the night. I remember seeing the famous geyser; Old Faithful, in addition to seeing lots of bison, and bears. I recall one night that we stayed in a campground bears were in the campground and we were being told to stay in our campers. I also remember during the trip my dad would give me all the spare change and I would collect it. I saved the change up to buy souvenirs or candy. I also remember going to a shirt
I am 36 year old George Edwin Pettit, I have 2 pit bulls, Tank and Sayge. I also have 2 adopted children, named Jesus (hey-sus) and Ana. Jesus is the oldest out of the two, he is 17 years old, and Ana is 15 years old. On my trip I also brought along my best friend, Jasper Hill. I work as a genuine fur trapper, as you should know I don’t make much money doing so. Sadly I couldn’t fit my whole family plus my best friend in my wagon, so I had to leave behind my mom and dad. Until my trip begins, we will be staying with Jasper and his family in North Tennessee.
stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep
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.
In hiking, as in life, there are choices between success and pain, pride and safety; this is the story of one such choice. Last summer I participated in the Rayado program at Philmont Scout Ranch. The eighth day of the trek was my crew’s greatest challenge: Super Black Death, a hike of seven peaks in one day.
It was a warm sunny day in Tucson, Arizona, day three of our summer vacation. Me, my dad, my step-mom, and my sister had planned a hiking trip to Sabino Canyon. My dad and step-mom loved the outdoors and were very experienced with hiking, but however, my step-mom has horrendous Rheumatoid arthritis. Unlike me, my sister kept to herself and is not very fond of hikes nor is she big into nature. Once we got there, I unloaded my backpack out of the car and the rest of my family did the same. Our planned destination were the Seven Falls which was originally planned to only be about a four mile hike all around trip. However, we shorty figured out it was eight miles in total, but we were up for the challenge.
Decided to go on an adventure of a lifetime. We walked about a mile to some rural area. I was extremely breathless considering the vast amount of heat and the lack of water in this over dry, drought-prone place. It was as though the sun was trying to punish me. I walked through the densest part of the forest and eventually came to a clearing of the sand.
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.