Creative Writing: Abram Falls Trail

When I crossed by the snow covered sign that read “Welcome to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness National Park” and looked at what surrounded me, I was beside myself. I didn’t know that trees could ever be so beautiful. The towering trees were the perfect shade of dark emerald green, and the way the snow piled on them looked like painting. I thought I was living a fairytale. It was the most beautiful sight I have ever laid eyes on.

Grand Teton National Park is wonderful to visit any time of year, but Fall is my favorite. Autumn brings many wonderful things to the Tetons, but one thing it takes away are the large crowds of summer. Whew!

The scenes journey along the Appalachian Trail captures the true magnificence and greatness of the eastern U.S. of wilderness. Starting in the Deep South at the foothills of the smoky mountains, this journey overwhelms one with southern beauty while also making one experience the South’s legendary simplicity and retreat from the urban gridlock of modern society. The Appalachian Trail’s scenery attracts many people from all over the world to witness it for them. Causing many people to come with their families and possibly volunteer.

In our brochure, the Mount Willard trail’s level read moderate and Jason glanced up from the page and offered a warning.

The utilization of nature has increased due to human amendments of trails and parks. Mackinac Island, a charming tourist island in Michigan, boasts a system of trails and amenities that have attracted many people to get out in nature. Visitors enjoy the beauty of the area, bicycling alongside the shore, hiking around historic sites, and riding horses through the woods. Because

Trees covered in fresh green moss, ferns and wildflowers line the trail alongside a rolling river filled with cool clear water tumbling across the smooth rocks to the Skykomish River below provide a stunning display of nature's power and beauty.

It was always a joy for the trail crew to call in the mules and horses early in the morning from the lush, Leprechaun-green government pasture down in Red’s Meadow on a sweet, warm summer’s day.  The animals really loved it too, as they munched on mush from feed bags tied around their necks.  They would get so frisky and spunky from feeling their oats that they would deposit road apples in the corral.  This was soon stomped into the dirt and completely overwhelmed the fresh, fragrant smell of flowers, meadow and forest.

“Chloe move it, you take up the space for both of our lockers.” Annie said pushing Chloe out of the way.

Backpacking the Ozette Coast was one of my many memorable encounters with nature during my month long trip to the Pacific Northwest this past summer. Every day brought something new and invigorating, from hiking Mount Rainier to whitewater rafting down the Snake River. Each experience brought new memories, a greater connection with nature, and a newfound sense of accomplishment; I longed for it to stay. However, as I discovered, these natural monuments won’t last long if humanity continues its current habits.

As we continued along the East Canyon route, we were able to catch glimpses of the Golden Ears looking stunning with a dusting of new snow. Wanting more of a challenge, we decided to follow the connector trail down to the Lower Falls route. The connector route is quite steep, and as you descend to the falls, you quickly become mesmerised by the forest. The trees tower above, and you quickly find yourself surrounded by ferns, mosses and lichens. We did not encounter a single soul on the trail and enjoyed the stillness and calm as we listened to the falls roaring below.There is evidence of past logging along the route, and as

The storm erupted minutes after Casey returned to the main highway. Lightning streaked in double succession sideways and downwards in a fantastic show of Mother Nature’s wrath.

In today’s case, Upper Falls was the goal and for a brief moment I was overwhelmed with high expectations. I let slip that fact that Middle Falls steals the spotlight over the Upper Falls when it comes to the best views and that sent immediate disappointment piercing right through me. I realized that extra appreciation should have been given below at Middle Falls. For a few minutes the two of us leaned out over a railing absorbing the view of a sea of clouds hovering closely above a forest of evergreens. An unknown foothill jutted through the clouds across the valley, and the clear blue sky above it all made it not half bad easing my disappointment. Okay, Upper Falls has its perks. A discussion began regarding to continue our adventure higher up the mountain. Posted on the trail at Upper Falls was a sign that read you have reached the Upper Falls of Wallace Falls State Park. Feeling a craving to continue, and with neither one of us having previously hiked beyond this location on either of our separate itineraries, we stepped into the unknown. The trail beyond the sign appeared noticeably less traveled and not as easy to follow. Affixed to an occasional tree, a blue diamond shaped marker hinted as to the paths route. No further than a quarter of a mile beyond the trail arrived at the graded road stemming from the alternate route presenting us with a decision of direction. I knew going west would lead us on the alternate route back to the trailhead with an option hike to Wallace Lake. However, a curious stare down the road towards the east had us truly intrigued. Both of us had to know so we began

On March 21st, 1990 Glenn Randall and Steve Smith began their fatal walk in the Oregon woods. Glenn has been working for National Geographic since he graduated from college 19 years ago. Steve, Glenn's lifelong best friend, had just recently joined his team. Their newest project is to capture pictures for this month's issue. The men has just witnessed a rare brown pelican snatch a copper rockfish out of a nearby waterfall.

The town of Sunshine Falls is a friendly place, it’s known for their lovely sunshine and their deep coal mines. Tim lives with his hard working mom, his playful dad, (Floyd) and his adorable little sister.

Hawthorne Tische was on fire. Every nerve ending in his entire body was jangling, and urging him on to ravish Harper Collin's. The man's cock strained the fabric of his pants, and felt as if it was almost about to burst the seams; thicker, and throbbing with more urgency than he could ever recall. The sounds of her words, taunts, moans and whimpers, and the sight her body, skin sheened with perspiration, juices from her orgasm glistening on her thighs, neck and chest marked by his teeth, and ass and thighs welted and bruised from his spanks, was almost too much to bear. He wanted to take her, more than he could recall ever desiring any woman in his entire fourty-four years. Harper Collin's needed to cease with cease with the taunts so that she could be filled with his cock, but would she ever stop challenging him? Not a hope in hell, and that's the way he liked it.