Hi, I am Ryan. I am 12 years old, the oldest child in my family. I live on the east coast in Chatham, NJ. I’ve never been to the west coast, but my family and I planned this amazing road trip through Big Sur, California, and I am very excited! I love nature, and from what I’ve heard from friends, Big Sur tops the list when it comes to the scenery and natural beauty. There is almost no technology distraction because Big Sur is in the middle of nowhere. I look forward to disconnecting from technology, and spending quality time with my family. One downside is that I am afraid of heights, so I am not entirely sure how driving next to a cliff for hours is actually gonna go. Looking forward to the best driving experience of my life. I just hope I won’t get motion sickness. Our Pacific Coast Highway road trip through Big Sur was off to a good start. We awoke to a beautiful, sunny, 75 degree day. Our first stop, Garrapata State Park, we almost missed. It was not well marked, but we were fortunate enough to see the small sign. We stepped out of the car and looked at the beautiful site among us. We saw the waves below crashing into the cliff. It was going to be hard and even a little dangerous to walk down …show more content…
We drove down it, and found a cool restaurant called Nepenthe. It was around 6:00, and we hadn’t even had lunch yet, so we were all starving for dinner. Right as we pulled into the parking lot, we all jumped out of our seats as quickly as we could, then went into the restaurant. We could see windows all around the restaurant. Tables and chairs were set up all around the bar, the center of the restaurant. There was also an outdoor part of the restaurant. Even though it was raining we decided to eat outside because there were umbrellas. It was a great view because it overlooked most of Big Sur. Not only was the view of Big Sur beautiful, but the sound of waves crashing while we were eating was even more
When I stepped out of the hot, airless plane into the bright, dazzling sunlight beaming down across the burning concreate, I felt excited and nervous. Holding my beach bag in my hand and slipping my Ray Ban sunglasses on with my other, I flip-flopped down the airspace. Overhead I heard the screams of gulls and the chatter of the small fluffy birds. I suddenly realized I had arrived to Hawaii. This trip was such an unforgettable vacation for me because I got to witness the beauty of nature that Hawaii has to offer.
The physical geography of the North Pacific Coast is not the greatest attraction to tourists in some cases, but the land itself is the winning prize that attracts many to its coast. Much of the North Pacific coast is covered in mountainous terrains that give the land its beauty. The land is very rugged when approaching the mountains and, “is a land of dramatic coastal mountains cut by glacially eroded fiords and islands,” (Birdsall). The rough terrain gives transportation in and around the region in the north difficulties resulting in the limitation of accessibility to only “air and water,” (Birdsall). “Brady Glacier is the largest glacier in the Fairweather Range of the St. Elias Mountain in southeast Alaska,” (Drendochology to the ...
We finally arrived there. We got there just in time for sunset. So we paid to get in and drove to one of the viewing points.We all got bundled up because it was on 29 degrees. We walked over to the railing that overlooked the canyon. We all stood there watching the sunset and taking pictures.
Billy Thompson and Sam Westfield were similar in many ways. Since a young age they both has excelled at sports and both loved more then anything, the sport of football. While growing up, the boys did not know each other and probably thought they would never have too. But all of that changed with the diagnosis.
Have you ever looked off a gigantic cliff? Now imagine traveling 30 miles per hour on a bike with curvy roads with enormous cliffs on your side with no rails. This is exactly what I did with my family when we went to Colorado. From the hotel we drove to a bike tour place to take us to the summit of Pikes Peak. After we arrived at the building we saw pictures of how massive the cliffs were, but what terrified me was the fact they had no side rails. This observation was thrilling as well as terrifying. It was an odd mix of emotions, but I loved the adrenaline rush it gave me. My dad whispered to me, “ This will be absolutely horrifying”.
The next day began with an alarm clock echoing in my ears at 6 a.m. Our first days hike started early and began with one of the most impressive features of the park. El Capitan is a giant slab of granite rock that towers thousands of feet above the valley floor. Like a skyscraper, the rock has a presence of amazement surrounding its every crevice and crack. After a few minutes of starring at the rock had passed, Eric the leader for that days hike shouted that it was time to go. Because the leader was in charge of the navigation and speed we traveled, he knew that we would not make our campsite if we did not continue.
Earlier this summer, my Mom decided it would be a fun idea to hike the Grand Canyon. After four hours of sitting in a plane and another four hours sitting in a car, we finally passed the “Grand Canyon National Park” sign. It was verging on dark, and the sun peeked just over the flat, desert horizon, slowly disappearing past the endless line in the sky. We quickly checked into our room in the hotel, unpacked our overstuffed suitcases, and zipped on outside to get a good view of the famous gash in the earth’s surface. As I went outside, I could feel the coolness of the air on my skin, the fresh smell of desert nature coursing through my nostrils. The wind had picked up, and was now whistling through what little trees there were, covering the chirping chorus of crickets and other insects hiding for the night. Suddenly, my hat blew off my head, and I hastily sprinted to recover it.
Not once have I given up an opportunity to venture to Vacationland, one of Maine’s state slogans, since every trip differs from the previous. One of the most amazing experiences occurred this past summer, one that has surpassed all other Maine memories. My family and I woke up in the very early morning hours, three am to be exact, to travel forty five minutes away to Acadia National Park for a view of the very first sunrise within the United States. The summit of Cadillac Mountain, located on Mount Desert Island within Acadia National Park, experiences the first of the Sun’s rays within America each morning. Luckily, that morning there were few clouds in the sky and the sunrise was unlike one I have ever witnessed. I felt as if my all of my nerves began to tingle once I caught the first glimpse of light emerging over the horizon. Within minutes everyone who had gathered on the summit became immersed in the light from the sunrise, one in which only a...
Two years ago while I was at Los Angeles, the best city of all, my family decided to go to Las Vegas by car. It was the first time we were visiting Las Vegas so we didn’t know that to get there we had to go through a lonely dessert, literally the road after we left Los Angeles was only
A traumatizing experience awaited me, an experience that would strike immediate fear into my heart. In the summer of 2011, right after finishing up third grade, my family and I departed off to the group of islands just off the coast of Seattle known as the San Juan Islands. Since it was our first day arriving by ferry from the mainland, we promptly decided onto going to the clear, lovely beach, for it’s so infrequent to find a decent beach in the area of Houston. “Time to finish up here!” my mom announced after 30 minutes of adventuring the flawless sand and expressive waves clearly passed by. The majority of the family which included everyone but my dad and I went to scour for astounding stores since we still happened to be emptying our shoes of sand.
Thumbs Out A girlfriend of mine once defended me to her father by saying, calmly, “Not everyone who wanders is lost.” The dad kicked me out of the house anyway. But the damage had been done. Not everyone who wanders is lost.
Everywhere I go, she is always there. Not in a physical sense but more in a spiritual sense. I understand it is all in my head but every time the scent of vanilla appeared, she automatically comes to mind. How she would wake up in the morning with her hair in my face and her back facing me while my arms rested around her waist. Let’s just say it was my favorite place to be. She was the only one I needed. Then things got strange.The sun started going down sooner and the moon started to glow brighter. I know we will be together forever. Will, such a strange and yet demanding word. One night, the wind was blowing hard and the snow just began to fall. Coincidently it was our two-year anniversary. I had just bought a ring for the girl of my dreams and no, it wasn’t a proposal. It was more of a promise ring. She never has had one before which is pretty insane due to her incredible beauty. Any man would be lucky to have her and I’m the lucky one.
The first night we were there we ate at the Oceanside Grill. We sat at the table closest to the ocean and you could hear the waves crashing on the shore. Our waiter approached us and asked us what we would like that night and I ordered a hamburger unaware of what was to come. As a few minutes go by I see our waiter, he has a plate with fresh ground beef and plate with buns on them; I was confused. He dropped both plates off in front of me and I had no idea what to do, then he said, “The grill is over there.” I was the one that gets to cook the burger! So, I walked over to the grill and began to cook my burger. When it was finished I went back to my seat and ate it. It was surprisingly very tasty. The Oceanside Grill quickly became my favorite
I recall in vivid detail the scenery around us as we embarked on our perilous journey down the Nantahala. We arrived at the drop-off point in the early afternoon the next day. The sweet smell of fresh pine trees was floating in the air and a soft midsummer breeze was brushing against our faces. After receiving directions and safety precautions from our rafting instructor, we geared up, boarded our raft, and set out for our voyage down the treacherous Nantahala. Sharing the experience with me were my mother, aunt, uncle, and cousin; along with out rafting guide. We were all ready for a fun and safe ride down the Nantahala.
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.