Descriptive Essay About Boundary Waters

My eyes peeled open slowly and the bright sunlight flooded into my eyes, blinding me. I heard the sound of running water and felt the cold breeze flow over my body. I looked out of my hammock and in front of me was a beautiful waterfall and several towering, bright green trees. My friends whom were with me shortly awoke and we packed our things and set off on our first true day of hiking in the Appalachian mountains.

Walking alone down the path, the wind blowing through the forest making the trees rustle. I looked up to the green leaves moving and the birds flying around Singing. I stop walking for a split second and I look around enjoying nature but then I hear a scream. I spin around multiple times to see where it came from, so I start to jog down the path quickening to a sprint. I turn my head in every direction not knowing what to do, so I start to walk again, breathing heavily and my feet crunching against the rocky path. I put my mind to the wind and the singing birds again. I get more relaxed when I started to feel rain falling against me. The sound of rain dripping, the birds singing and the wind rustling made me stop and think how peaceful life

For years my fascination was to travel somewhere spectacular, some place that would show a dignified view that would make me say “wow.” Finally after waiting years, last year was the year that I had the opportunity to leave the borders of the United States and go to Canada. Specifically, Niagara Falls, getting there was a journey in itself. Once getting there, a scene of unspecified beauty appeared in my field of vision that was unexplainable with words. It was something that would stick to my mind forever. The flow of gentle water hitting the rocks, a originated mist that came from the falls hit my face, filling my face with joy.

Arriving in the overgrown drive way trees start to crowd your vision, in the middle of all the trees I see an old beach house; that has stayed the same over the 18 years I have been going up there. Grandma is waiting outside on the front porch we all run up to give her a hug, then we go and start unpacking for a week’s worth of relaxing. First thing we do when were done unpacking is go to the old but new play structure. We sit on the swings and look out towards the big blue Michigan Lake. White caps cover most of the water along with passing boats, and some kayakers. Right over the horizon I can see the lights from the town, reaching into the sky. The sun is starting to set; the sky is painted with pink, orange, and yellow.

The first time I every experience the Wildcat Hills was during a difficult time in my life. My parents were going through a custody battle over my siblings and me. They were also both in the process of being remarried. So, when my step father brought us to the Wildcats to explore for the first time I realized how amazing our earth can be. Here in the county known for the Scotts Bluff National Monument, sits over 1,000 acres of land. It wasn’t just the sight at the top of the escarpment that took my breath away. It was the fact that whether you were at the bottom of the hills or the top, when the wind blew that’s all you can hear. It isn’t overwhelming, it is

I look up from my phone after the clock turns from 11:59 pm to 12:00 am and gaze upon Honey Pot Lake as it mirrors the pink and gold clouds illuminated by the setting sun’s rays as they bend over earth's curvature. I take in the beauty of the sunset and await the soon to come sunrise. As i, for the last time, experience the beauty of the pristine nature that bethel alaska has to offer, turn my head towards my adjacent friend and proclaim in a gloomy yet glad tone, “I never want to leave this place.” My experiences in bethel alaska from my two school immersion trips truly formed who I am today.

Suddenly, leaves rustled in the distance and a small doe appeared with piercing brown eyes and a jet-black nose eating luscious wild blackberries from a bush. After walking a short distance, faint sounds of rushing water filled the atmosphere and the scenery unexpectedly changed. Giant old hemlock trees towered over the trickling picturesque creek that parallels the trail, whispering in the breeze. A natural freshness emerged in the mountain air approaching Abrams Falls as misty sprays of chilly sprinkles bounced off my body. The cascading water roared and rumbled over the broad ledge, appearing frosty white and foamy before plummeting into the deep, crystal-clear pool below. Like most visitors, I dipped my hands into the water pool and enjoyed a cool refreshing drink. The sun beamed overhead in the blue sky and a nippy breeze caressed my body as I sat on an enormous, gray boulder admiring the magnificent natural wonder of the Abram Falls. Trekking on Abrams Falls Trail and observing the powerful, breathtaking waterfall was a memorable excursion that I hope to share with

Smooth Sailing is a private company that operates one cruise ship. Recently, pirate activity in the area where the cruise ship operates has increased, thus affecting the cruise ship’s potential future cash flows. The cash flow decline has directly contributed to a decline in the overall fair value of the cruise ship.

Four days and 1,304 miles can be the experience of a lifetime. Driving through California, up to the forest was breathtaking. I saw trees mix together until massive trees towered over us. Although the trees are tall and straight, they have knots and grooves in the bark. Some of the trees have rough char marks from past fires. The gigantic trees are thick around the base and rise like skyscrapers; the canopy blocking out the sun. The forest air has a sense of damp earth and nature with cool mist everywhere; the surroundings are calm and relaxing.

Most nights Wenatchee River looked eerily beautiful when the fog rolled over the fiery trees, but that night the mist clung uncomfortably to my skin and skewed the forest around me. I had to rely on the distant sound of chaotic whispers and a faint warm glow ahead of me. The

My family and I had boarded an hour long bus ride that rode to Sequoia National Park. As usual I kept my eyes closed during the trip, so I wouldn't have felt motion sick. I was excited for The General Sherman because its the biggest tree to exist being 275 feet I had no music to listen play, so I sat in silence. While riding I looked out the window to see morning sunlight shining. when we arrived I stood out smelling the scent the redwoods created, and breathed fresh air, After checking the parks map we decided on taking a bus closer to The General Sherman. we gave our thanks to our driver exiting the bus; following the main path we learned about the parks history, and also got to talk many travelers enjoying the trip like us. I was using

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.

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

Paddling in perfect unison across Lake Louise makes you a child of nature. Taking in the deafening silence and breathtaking sights of the wilderness is a glimpse to treasure dearly. The water is brilliant blue like Neptune. The downside is my cousins and sibling splashing the paddles as they dash over the canoe. The dramatic summit of Victoria Glacier is a stunning scenery of spontaneous sculpture-like presence. Seizing the moment to grasp the triumphant luster of water, who the late Pierre Elliott Trudeau once loved.

As I left behind the somber forest, I now recognized an appreciation for nature that I did not realize I had. I now knew there was more to nature than just trees and animals, but also I found the