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I opened up the camera on my phone as I was walking to take a picture of all the lovely sights in the Crescent Trail. The first thing I noticed was all of the beautiful color-changing leaves. There were also a lot of plants and rocks in the ground. When I was walking, I almost tripped over one of the rocks since I’m so clumsy. My brother laughed at me but I gave him a look back that made him shut up. I went on the walk with my mom, brother, and their friends. The only thing my mom did during the whole walk was talking, like usual. My favorite part on this trail was the long bridge, but it took a while to get there. The bridge is so pretty it’s worth it. As I was walking on the bridge, I noticed there were big holes on the wood bridge floor. I feel like someone must have broken that part of the bridge. I loved seeing all of the …show more content…
All of a sudden, a snake slithered across the trail and hit my shoe as it passed to go to the other side. I screamed and ran right after that snake touched me. My mom and her friend were giving me a weird look and said “what's wrong?” and as soon as I said “a snake touched my foot” they started laughing. The hike reminded me of the poem Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost because of the golden leaves that were on the trees but had fallen off since it is now Autumn. The poem also relates to the long bridge on the trail because it was gold until someone put holes in the wood. Compared to walking in the mall, I think that walking on that trail would be a lot more calming and peaceful because if it were in the mall it would be crowded and loud. If I wanted to take time to think about something on my mind, I would probably go to the trail because it is pretty quiet and relaxing there. That was one of the reasons I liked the trail so
Two well-known footpaths are used during this strenuous hill walk, crossing wild moorland and peat bogs. Exceptional panoramic views and refreshments at the Tan Hill Inn are some of the rewards.
Life and death, happiness and sadness, loneliness and company, frustration and understanding, guilt and content. All of these are emotions that you will experience as you walk in Toby’s footsteps through The Trail, written by Meika Hashimoto. In the story, the main characters are Toby, Lucas, Denver, Sean, and Moose. The main setting is a portion of the Appalachian Trail, along with many shelters throughout that section of the Appalachian Trail. In the beginning of the story, it introduces Toby, the protagonist, and hints at his reasoning behind why he is hiking the Appalachian Trail in the first place. It also introduces Lucas, Toby’s best friend, and some of the ways that whatever happened between them effects Toby. The overall conflict, or problem in The Trail is Toby battling guilt and the emotional aspect all together, along with the physical obstacles he has to face. The solution to the problem is Toby becoming content with who he is, what has happened between
Hiking is something that many people do as a leisure activity, but some do it for the challenge. The latter is what author Cheryl Strayed describes in her novel Wild. The Pacific Crest Trail is a mountainous path that travels over many different mountain ranges and goes from Mexico to Canada, but Strayed only followed it from the Mojave Desert in California to the Bridge of Gods in Oregon. Her book was written to illustrate this trying time of her life, and to show how her hike helped her to move past the problems of her past.
Out of the 12 months of the year, students basically only have about two months to have fun and not worry about school. As a teenager, you do things without predicting the outcome. We tend to not always listen to our parents and sometimes end up in terrible situations.
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 creek was the perfect spot for bike rides and midday runs especially when the ground was dry and settled. A few friends and I would often run around the woods early in the morning and explore
It was in the early 1800’s in Roanoke County, Virginia. Roanoke County, Virginia was situated in the middle of Virginia with the scenery of the small mountains of the Appalachians in the background. Both the scenery, and the people that lived in the region were very rugged. The climate was hot and humid in August, and switched to cold and dry in January, so one had to be rugged and able to adapt to variations in temperature such as this.
When my aunt and I got there we saw a sign that was yellow and said, “Bikes and Pedestrians allowed on hidden valley.” When my aunt and I saw this we were jumping up and down because we had brought our bikes with us. We thought we were so lucky. So we road down the hidden valley together, and when we got to the top our mouths were hung open of the beautiful sight that we were seeing. There was beautiful tall green trees there was animals all around the park.
Walking through the woods never fails to clear my mind. After spending all day sitting in a stale classroom, filled with stress, confusion, and overwhelming responsibilities, taking a long stroll through the familiar woods behind my grandmother’s house lifts any worries that could ever weigh me down. I never wander through aimlessly. I always follow the trail of grass that has been deliberately cut down shorter than the rest, making it easier to tread through to the small creek at the end of the trail. The entire journey through the woods behind my grandmother’s house, there and back, first took on a whole new importance in my life during my junior year of high school.
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.
Nothing seemed to happen after I stepped over the wooded barrier, but a chill that slithered up my back like a snake, atomically making my hair stand straight up with fear. A normal person would have given up after that and ran back home but I wanted to know where this dirt path would lead me, so I continued. It was quite for a while all I could hear is the sounds of owls and a distant howl of a coyote. Half way though is when everything started changing. The bitter night seemed to get darker
As I began to walk this trail, I began to recollect the days of when I was a kid playing in the woods, the birds chirping and the squirrels running free. The trees interlocking each other as if I am walking through a tunnel with the smell of fresh pine and a hint of oak all around me; a hint of sunshine every now and then is gleaming down on the beat path. This path is not like your ordinary path, it has been used quite some time, as if hundreds of soldiers have marched this very path.
There are several experiences I’ve been through during my life, but witnessing my 13-year-old cousin suffer from a gunshot wound is one that is unbearable. Some people may say everything happens for a reason but, after four years of this nightmare, I’m still clueless on why my little cousin is no longer here with me. Every since the day he passed, my life hasn’t been the same. I was told at one point that I was wilding out, but that wouldn’t bring my cousin back. My feelings are conflicted because, it’s pretty obvious that being calm won’t bring him back either.
Except for a few stretches, the trail was a fairly simpler one, with a well-trodden route. I was being extra careful and walked rather cautiously. The entire climb took about 2 hours at a moderate pace. Climbing a hill in the calm of a night, was one of its kind experience for me. It even drizzled for a few minutes, just enough to cool the
There were some trails nearby that we were able to take. These trails are both manmade and at the same time formed by nature. The trails were manmade in the sense that over time, the bikes have worn away the grass and plants to make just a dirt trail. These trails were mostly formed by nature though, the way the land tilts, where the trees are, rivers, valleys, hills anything out in a forest can and will determine where these trails go. As we ride through these trails, not only is it amazing to see how everything has formed, but you can also observe wildlife as you go through. At one point we are heading down a slight hill, and then two deer run across the trail not 25 feet ahead of us. This leads to us stopping for a couple minutes as we watch those deer run off into the unknown of the forest. When we finish up with the biking, it is nice to know that there are still some areas that are mostly untouched by man, and allowed to take the course that nature would have