When I woke up at 5 o'clock in the morning to go hike up a mountain, I did not expect to have an exceptional day with my cousin Kelsey. We were about to trek up Mount Chiquita in Rocky Mountain National Park. What made this hike unforgettable was the morning before the hike, the hike itself, and the great time we had afterward. I woke up on the morning of August 21st wondering if scaling the peak was a great idea. After a great deal of contemplation, I decided that I was going to do it. I woke up my cousin, who was sleeping in the room next to mine, and told her we were going to the top of Mount Chiquita. With much hesitation, she got up and started to pack her water, food, and warm clothes in her bag. Once we were in the car driving to the mountain Kelsey's sister called and …show more content…
The sun was coming up over the peaks and we were halfway there when we came to a dirt road. Because the dirt road was on the edge of a mountain, we started up the road very slowly and cautiously. When we got to the base of the mountain we got our packs and started the adventure to the top. The hike was definitely the best part of the day. Kelsey and I started up the mountain, thinking how simple the adventure was going to be. We soon found out that the mountain had some harsh surprises such as swift wind, jagged rocks, a steep slope, and a false summit. To get to Mount Chiquita, we first had to conquer Mount Chaplin, a smaller, more forgiving mountain. Shortly after leaving the tree line we met the first challenge, the wind, it was blowing so hard in some places that we could barely walk forward. The wind persisted throughout the entire hike. The second challenge were the rocks. There were a bunch of rocks piled over the trail from earlier avalanches, but we climbed up, around, and over them like mountain goats on a cliff. The next challenge was
In early November, Zebulon and his crew spotted and tried to climb a mountain. A mountain that would later be known as Pike’s Peak. They made it at least two-thirds the way up the majestic mountain before having to turn back. It was a smart move because there was snow all the way up to about their waist and torso. In addition to the harsh weather conditions, Zebulon and his group have not had eaten for two days straight. Those were the main reasons that forced to crew to turn
Climbing makes for a difficult expedition, you need to give up the wrappers when you was ascending. You need to give up the heavy things, you need to give up your wrappers, and you need to give yourselves. Sometimes we need to give up our lives to climb the mount Everest. According to snow storm, the energy, the oxygen and the people who desired prove themselves the spring’s 96s expedition to mountain Everest was destined to be the most tragic.
...ot always make progress everyday due to the harshness of the trip. On April sixteenth, they start to go from the Base Camp to Camp One, and this is the real beginning of their journey. Shortly after, they leave for Camp Two, and the trip is going well so far. At over 20,000 feet up, a dead body is seen. People are treated for medical conditions at the second camp, and soon need to keep moving up to the third camp. A storm hit during the journey, right before reaching the fourth camp.
After a great night of sleep we headed out to the world renown mountain of Jackson Hole. It is known for being the steepest mountain on which a ski resort is set up. It is also know for having a great view of Grand Teton, one of the highest peaks in the Rocky Mountains. We could not have asked for a better day of riding. there was a fresh 14” of snow under our boards and after a little bit of exploring we found some great out of bounds and woods riding.
“In an hour and 40 minutes they run more than 15 miles over uneven red clay, dodging small herds of cattle and donkeys laden with sacks of potatoes…The route climbs more that 3,000 feet, from and elevation of slightly more than 6,500 feet at the river to nearly 10,000 at the peak, where oxygen is precious and a cruel wind slices across the face of the hill.” (Layden, par. 2)
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.
Finally reaching the top was the greatest feat we could have ever accomplished. Being at the top of the mountain was like standing on top of the World. Looking down over the surrounding farmland and towns one could really appreciate the wonder that is Nature. The World below so tiny one could pick it up and make it snow by shaking it, just like one of those snow globes.
The bus came to a halt, and one by one we filed out into a parking lot. We grabbed our canteens and began the one-mile trail to the top of one of the mountains. I was one of the first people to reach the peak, and waiting for us was a notebook. We opened it to find the names of everyone who has ever reached the peak. I smiled to myself as I wrote in big letters “Kim Walton” and started back down the mountain. It was much easier and faster than going up, and everyone was really excited to see where we were going next.
My youth pastor pulled out of our church parking lot at three am in the morning loaded down with a bus full of twenty four teenagers including me. We were off at last head to Colorado Spring Colorado, little did I know, our bus was going to fall apart this very day.
That morning my mother had gone to talk to one of the hotel workers about activities to do while we were on vacation. I remember my mom coming back to the hotel room saying that the man at the front desk said we should see this sunset from the volcano. He said that everyone who did it thought it was beautiful and worth it, and we should do it. He also told my mom that we needed to pack warm clothes because it gets cold. We decided as a family that we should try it. My mom made us pack jeans and sweatshirts but my brother and I thought we wouldn't need them because growing up in Virginia, we thought we could handle it. I was a little nervous about the trip but excited at the same time to see this stunning sunset from so far up.
Mount Everest, the world’s highest point at 29,035 feet, is a special trophy among high altitude mountaineers. Standing atop the world’s highest point a hypoxic climber clad in a fluorescent down suit is above everything else on the planet, for a moment that individual can reach farther into the sky than any other. Arms raised in a victorious salute, a climber feels like they have conquered something that few others ever have, and justifiably so. The summit is usually the final fruition of months, sometimes years of planning, weeks of travel and acclimatization, and days of endless plodding at a feeble, learning-to-walk pace.
Unsure of his exact location, cold and growing weary he started his tedious climb up what he thought was the northern side of the peak, he was unsure how he got to where he was, but his best guess was that when he was the origin of a small avalanche. His last memory before his startling awakening in his would be snowy grave was snowboarding. It had been just after lunch and he thought he would try some new terrain. He laced up his snowshoes, and proceeded to climb to the highest point of the mountain.
This gave my sister a sense of encouragement because she knew if our step-mom could do it (who has excruciating Rheumatoid arthritis) so could she. Finally at last, we made it to the Seven Falls.
After three hours we arrived at our first break stop. We stopped at a section that was on top of the waterfall. The view was amazing and spectacular because we had never seen anything like this. As we continued our hike after several more break stops, and nine more hours of hiking, we finally arrived at the top of El Capitan. Once we got to the top the view was amazing. We could not imagine how beautiful it was up there on top of the world. After about half an hour we started heading back down, when all of a sudden out of no where I felt someone push me out of the way. A man that was in a hurry to get back down pushed me so hard, that I lost my balance and fell of a twenty foot cliff. At that moment in time I could see flashbacks of my life. After a couple seconds of falling I somehow landed between two rocks which shattered my right foot. After that happen every one that was there tried to get help but unfortunately cell phones do not work in Yosemite, but the man that pushed me over the cliff had a walky-talky and he called for help.
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.