Creative Writing: Mt. Baldy

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

On this day in time it seems as though a shadow appeared over the land. With its eyes as piercing as a lion’s and its claws as sharp as a shark’s tooth, this monstrous beast soared through the air as though it was the king overlooking his land. This creature had many names throughout the entire kingdom, some say he was a monster who hid under your bed at night, some say he was a ghost that will appear and scare the living daylight out of someone. But this creature is formally known as the beast.

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.

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.

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.

Right in her own backyard, Everest finds a map in the forest. She runs back inside to inform Lio of her discoveries. They both follow the map through the forest. The map leads them to a very dark place in the woods. They look around with flashlights and then they hear a buzzing noise. There is a fairy. Her name is Dream. Dream spots Everest and Lio. They say, “Oh wow, who are you?” She responds, “I’m Dream the fairy.” Everest and Lio are slightly frightened. After a while, they get used to Dream and agree to learn about Dream and her world. She is a fairy who was sent out to retrieve the map that Everest and Lio had. She decides that she might as well take Lio and Everest to her world since they were so fascinated. Dream leads them to a

To climb a mountain this high (29,028 MSL), you’re going to need an indomitable spirit and some specialized equipment. It is essential to the success of the climbing mission. Also, when this equipment malfunctions, it will

Not used to uneven terrain, I wore myself out relatively early compared to my partners, who were generally in much better shape than me. I grew more and more frustrated and joked less and less during the climb. The ascent to the first peak seemed never-ending; the peak was forever out of reach and there was always more mountain to climb after each ledge overcome. I increased my pace as the trees gave way to stunted trees, which gave way to shrubs. I was near the peak, and it was about time. The wind gradually made itself known after we passed the trees obstructing it. The humid mountain breeze caressed my sweaty face and exhilarated me. One more rope climb and we arrived at the top of the first

In November I went to Arkansas. The round trip took 24 hours. On the drive down I watched movies for 12 hours. The tv was between the front seats we had 8-10 movies and watched them all.

The weather is cold, hundreds of tiny small bumps rush to the surface of my skin. Lining it, acting as a thin, sensitive coat of armor. A strong and lengthy gust of wind blows past every second or so, leaving as quickly as it came. Never ceasing to attempt and carry away what it can from the earth. In the distance, thousands of pure white beasts spread their wings long and wide, floating in the sky. The air blows through their radiant wings acting nothing more than their personal personal pick me up. One by one of the gallant herd they take off, simply lifting their webbed feet off the rugged, grey slants of rock in which they call home. From this point, many more enter the sky, looking like the purest of pearls in

My hands trembled slightly as we approached the rugged mountain we were about to conquer by bike. We were about to head off on Frisby Ridge and I was terrified. When I first read the bike guide, I learned that Frisbee Ridge is a 25 km trail at the top of the mountain and that I would be climbing up hill all the way there for 12.5 km. I was scared! What if I didn’t make it? What if I was too slow and held up the group? What if I fell off and had to walk down the trail? I wondered, “am I strong enough for this challenge?”

In 1996 two expedition adventure organizations joined operations to climb Mount Everest. Mount Everest is an unpredictable “800 pound gorilla” that demands respect from all that would attempt to achieve a fraternal summit acquisition. The pitfalls that await an assuming prepared expert can turn a well laid out plan into a treacherous and lethal reality. The expedition to reach the summit on May 10th, 1996 is a blue print of the defiant forces of nature and human error.