Creative Writing: Rocky Mountains

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

Driving down the Franconia Notch Parkway, the mountain walls rise up around me and consume me. On one side, the guardrail separates me from the cars speeding past in the opposite direction. On the other side, nothing is separating me from the slopes. My eyes slowly follow the smooth curvature of the faces of the mountains. Wind, rain, snow, and ice have shaped the rock in such a way that the rock looks like silk sheets. As my eyes take in more, they come across the sharp jagged edges and ridges where rocks have recently fallen and taken parts of the mountain as their casualties. The sun peeks from behind the summit and causes the great mountains to cast shadows on their smaller counterparts. Crimson, goldenrod, bronze, and saffron leaves dance across the air as the cool gusts of wind blow them along. Soon the trees will become bare and blend with the barren slopes above the treeline, but for now the contrast between the two is unmistakably noticeable.

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.

Even though I was born in London, grew up in New York and live in a large cosmopolitan city with year-round beach access, I do miss the mountains. My exposure to the works of John McPhee, Edward Abby and Wallace Stegner, compelled me to move beyond the 100th meridian, which is where I intend to remain for the indefinite future. I feel as though my better self inhabits the wide-open spaces of the American West from slick-rock canyons to glaciers. The terrain often beacons, which is one of the reasons why I’m contacting

As I drive up the slight slope of a hill, I stare in wonder at the fresh snowfall on the ground and trees. On the short walk to the lake, I look at all of the ice crystals glistening from the glares of the sun. Families surround me, and all I hear are kids giggling. As I get

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.

“Last summer, my sister, and her family came through northern California, and you should have heard what the people said about those mountains. There are unexplainable things happening up there.”

I look back down at the waterfall and toss in another rock. I watch the ripples till they fade into nothing, like my problems I come here to forget. I listen to the sounds of the world around me, the breeze in the grass, the bugs in the earth, and the birds in the trees above. I notice little tadpoles darting around in the water below. Their world is so limited and mine so vast, and of all the places I could go for peace and happiness, I chose this spot by the creek.

The journey towards the mountain follows one of three secluded roads. Shrouded by a city of trees, glimpses of the prestigious peak are rare and at points it feels as if you are in a world apart from our own. As you get closer the trees change from resembling street lamps to mirroring skyscrapers. But the true majesty of the area cannot be experienced from a vehicle. When you leave your transportation you are immediately assaulted by the fresh air, clean and crisp. It instantly makes you forget what city air is like. Staring out into the untrimmed wilds, the sounds of nature slowly fill your ears and replace the song

The sound of crunching gravel under my feet contrasts with the whispering wind in my ears. Senses enlivened, my mind is at ease and set on one thing only: following the path in front. Nothing is hectic. Nothing is complicated - save the struggle to tear my eyes away from the scenery whilst walking on the rocky terrain. As I immerse myself further into Nature’s tranquil embrace, my steps become measured by the pauses and moments I am drawn forward in awe, rather than the amount of miles left until the top.

The town hadn’t changed much since Bonnie had left and ever since she had returned, she felt more out of place then any. Mystic Falls used to be a home that Bonnie could always come back to, no matter how bad life got out there. Since returning, Bonnie hadn’t been able to really take to Caroline or Elena for the simple fact she didn’t know how to even address the subject. It wasn’t her friend’s fault that her Grams was now gone but they did play a key role in it. Coming back was a lot more painful then she had presumed and for safety reasons, she continued to lock herself away from her friends.

It was three in morning. That's when the idea hit us, to long-board the streets of Lanesville Indiana. It wasn't the brightest idea, Me and my friends and my two brother had ever had. But it sounded fun at that time. So we did it.

I am standing at the top of the mountain and thinking: "I wish I could save everything I see from here in my brain".The beauty and the balance of nature bring us into a state of timelessness. The voices are heard:“Yes! We've done it again. Good job!”