Creative Writing: Grand Canyon

Pupils dilated and fist clenched, my heart palpitating as we make our way up the prominent Rocky Mountains. All I am telling myself is “I can’t believe I’m here, I can’t believe I’m seeing this.” Coming from the hustle and bustle of Houston, Texas, I am now transported into the clouds. I am on top of the world, I am in Colorado. I glance at my two cousins, who are too, in awe. We see the earth in an unfamiliar light, we are seeing everything we have in a sense been deprived of. The enormous mountains, radiating power and strength, send chills running down my spine. For the first time in a long time, I feel human.

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 driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.

After a long mountainous drive, I arrived at my destination to embrace one of nature’s wonders in the Great Smokey Mountain National Park, Abram Falls Trail. Upon departing the car, a cool crisp breeze brushed my face and the aroma of bacon lingered in the early morning air from the neighboring campground. The narrow rocky footpath looked like a tedious adventure, however a gorgeous, vibrant array of red, purple, orange, and yellow wildflowers blossoming at the entrance made the trail alluring. Navigating the rocky, uneven terrain required sturdy footing, but the quiet stillness created a peaceful relaxing atmosphere. The lush pine-oak forest formed a green canopy of shelter above the trail, offering welcome cool shade, as vivid sunlight filtered through the foliage. A sweet honey fragrance permeated the air, as a stunning scene displayed a cluster of purple and pure white

“Come on Brianna ,” Mackenna exclaimed, “let’s hurry and get in line for the Texas Giant.”

I never knew the Smokies were so close to my grandparent’s retirement village. Every summer all the cousins jammed into Grandpa’s Ford for our jaunt up the mountains. But back then the hills had no name. They were recognized only by the pop of our ears and the pink silk trees bowing down to the highway. Since those days I have grown partial to any patch of grass with “National Park” tacked to its title. Today the mimosas still tossed their petals to traffic, and the truck remembered its ever-present perfume of damp golden retriever. But today we were going to The Great Smoky Mountains National Park. “Cade’s Cove, next left,” the road sign read, and two bikes bumped along on the car hitch.

“Honey I’m going to be in Lake Tahoe’s Emergency Room in three days for Suzzane.”

“MOM WHERE ARE WE GOING!!!” I said, feeling like I could burst at any moment it's a horrible thing to be car sick when you don't know what to do about it. “Don't worry dolly we will be there any second now” said Sharon,  but I just know her as mom. “I think i'm dying!” I said, sinking into the back car seat. Mom didn't say anything as with my brother they  just smiled. I wondered if they could see something I couldn't so I forced my body to sit up and unbuckle my seatbelt as my eyes lit up as if I saw an angel. It felt like everything was in slow motion. For months now I've been dying to go to Six Flags for one day and today was that day! “Do you feel better deer or should we go back home” mom said with an evil smile glancing at me through

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

I layed back, kicked my feet up, and looked up at the sun trying to break through the leaves of the enormous Oak trees. There is one place I always end up when I want to escape from the rest of the world: Pokagon State Park.

There is was in salt lake city UT on the sidewalk and a I was going back home from my friends house and I went an got some food and a botel of water. From 7 elevon and i walk out of a store and i walking down the sidewalk again and sodenly.

“New Mexico?” I asked my Mom who had streaming red hair, a wide gleaming smile, and icy blue eyes.

Every year my family goes camping at the palisades, we tell stories, and jokes and sit around the campfire in the mornings. Then we go 4-wheeling, there is nothing like looking out through your goggles and seeing a blue sky and mountains, and that fresh smell of forest is amazing. I can't imagine this being taken away from me, if we don't start to combat the silence then I will have limited memories in the wilderness. If WSA (wyoming studie areas) specialist take this away my kids and future generations I will not be able to enjoy the same things I did growing up, and I don't want that to happen. Take a second to imagine Jackson Hole, Wyoming with out hiking, biking, snowmobiling, cutting down a Christmas tree, 4-wheeling, and fishing. This is a very big possibility if we let WSA take this land from us, we CANNOT let this happen.

I will be done with my finals this Monday and then will start preparing to get back to Hawaii. I am all for going to the Kombucha bar as I haven't had kombucha since I left Hawaii. 1 or 2pm on Friday sounds good. I am not sure if I will have a vehicle though to pick you up if it starts raining but we will figure out something. I left my Mercedes with Mieko but she had a really bad luck with that car I don't know why. It started breaking down and she also had a small accident. She wasn't hurt because the front end collision prompted the safely air-bag to release, but the vehicle was a total loss. I am glad she wasn't hurt and now she has bought a used vehicle which is being fixed for some minor problems. Hopefully by the time I get back we will have a car to tool in around.

Without responding to Kathy’s remark, Louise glanced toward Betty and whispered, “I’m sorry, please continue.” The server brought her another glass.