Descriptive Essay About Cathedral Park

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.

My high school used to have a camping trip to the place called big bend national park; that was a memorable journey.We used to hike over there; we spent like two or three hours to attend the highest mountain of big bend national park; you can't imagine how was the beautiful view, it was like you are standing the highest point of this national park, you can see everything you want see of this national park, there don't have anything can impede your sight line, you can see those river as very clearly, and the river is like endless, it keep extend over and over, there also have some cliff, those cliff may have different shape, they cover all the

The Grand Canyon, an immense monument of pure beauty, the distinct feature of an American desert, the timeline of the Earth’s history, and the Pormosa for García López de Cárdenas. Percy spoke of a Bostonian man that travelled to the canyon, but was never truly there. He didn’t have the same experience of the Spaniard centuries ago, (Percy 462-463). The Grand Canyon may have changed in form from the erosion and corrosion, yet he didn’t take the same actions of Cárdenas. The man knew about the canyon before even seeing it for the first time, due to previously seen postcards and pictures, he couldn’t have the full feeling of awe at the tremendous depth and vibrant colors in something that is just more than a big, long rock. The author continued on by stating, “At the

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

Flashes of beautiful wildlife and unbelievable mountain ranges filled my eyes as our youth pastor showed us the destination of our next mission trip, Yellowstone National Park. I remember looking at these pictures and thinking there was nothing more I wanted to do than see this amazing wonder. I wanted to be fully one with nature and experience it with some of the people I loved most, my youth group. While planning for this trip, I had no idea that by the end of it I would have hiked eighteen miles into the deep backcountry of Yellowstone with a forty-two pound pack on my back. That I would have slept outside with only a simple tarp over my head and a can of bear spray by my pillow. That I would have helped remodel a dilapidated home so children living in extreme poverty could have a place of safe haven. That by the time I returned home, I would have a new desire to seek adventure and help people in need.

On the south rim of the Grand Canyon there is many different points to stop at. The one that stood out the most was the Desert View Watchtower, or as I call it “The Castle”. The watchtower is four stories high, and you are to climb 85 steps to get up to the top.  When you make your way to the top you see these beautiful pictures a Hopi artist drew on to the walls of the tower. Climbing those narrow staircases up to the top you get this breath-taking view when you finally get there. Looking out at the Grand Canyon you get to see the Colorado River and its beauty, the millions of years of rock erosion that once used to be covered in water, and the little greenery that lines the top of the Canyon. As I was there and looking out at the canyon I

After waking up at site 18, having breakfast and cleaning up, we started up the trail. In retrospect, I would have gotten ready a bit quicker, as it was getting pretty warm as we approached the peak. However, the first three quarters to one mile offered a gradual assent, mostly in the shade and along the side of a creek for a time. We paused to enjoy a small waterfall along the trail. Then it started to climb a bit steeply, and the shade became occasional places where we looked forward to stopping to relax.

The trees were so high they looked like they would go up for miles. When we were hiking, my little sister noticed a few deer. I immediately knew that these deer are called mule deer, and they are Yosemite’s only deer species. It was so intriguing that I am seeing different types of animals that I have never seen before. We finally reached our destination which is the Tunnel View. The Tunnel View is a famous scenic overlook. The hike was long, but was so worth it. I was in awe of the beauty! It looked like something out of a picture book. This is by far the most amazing view I have seen. I am looking forward to see more things this striking. However, the day was not over yet we still had more fun activities to do.We drove back to Yosemite Valley, and had a wonderful picnic. The view is so spectacular, I felt like I could stare at it for hours. We went back to the cabin, and settled in for the night. It was a long day with lots of hiking and we were far too tired to do anything else.

There was once a time where Americans traveled into a great wilderness known as the West to discover their destiny. They packed up their whole lives and left the familiar behind, all for a chance to discover something new. It is natural as humans to want to discover something fresh and exhilarating, and for me I wanted to unravel the mystery that the West held. The West called to me like a siren of the ocean, and I knew I would not rest until I fulfilled my urge to travel to the West. Like the settlers before me I uprooted my whole life. I boarded a 7 AM flight to a small town just outside of Billings, Montana, known as Huntley. This small ranching community would be the set where I would learn things about myself that I never thought

Just this past summer, under the hot, and sticky sun, we pushed our car to the limit, on our 1,000 mile journey to the Rocky Mountains in Colorado, although in actuality we might have pushed our fears to the absolute limit. Flipping through the Colorado vacation brochure proved to have posed some interesting vacation destinations, such as "Big Bear Lake" and Trail Ridge Road. With the intent to get high in the sky, our family headed out the next morning to Trail Ridge Road, which is a road that takes you up to a staggering height of 12,000 feet. Although optimistic, we imagined of the vast fields of green, the glacier-topped mountains, and the valleys that undertake the them. As we climbed up to the peak, it seemed apparent that there

While on the Skywalk, we were not allowed to have our phones or personal cameras with us. This disappointed me greatly because I wanted to take pictures from the Skywalk, but I was ecstatic to hear they had someone out on the Skywalk that could take pictures for us. When entering the Skywalk, we saw the true beauty of the Grand Canyon. From our position, my family and I could see the great depth of the canyon and its humongous width at the same time. By the time we arrived back at the hotel, it was late at night. At last, I could sleep after this tiring but an equally amazing

Then we saw Bison running in front of use from the bobcats to but they got away but one of the animals died because we got to the end of the ranch and we saw a dead elk and there was guts everywhere and we told the park people and they said they would clean it up. On the last day we went to the long X-trail and when we got there we had to walk the trail and we where walking and we saw a bald eagle and he was right in a tree above me and then we saw a Cardinal and it flies fast we saw it for a minute and the next minute it was gone and we were amazed. When we got to the top of the trail we could see for miles and we could see a lot of houses and cars when we went back down we went on one of those Gondola and it was fun but I was afraid of heights and we got to the bottom and are car was there somehow and we got in it and we said it was amazing.we thought it was amazing seeing all of the animals and all the nice sites we

Army Lieutenant Joseph Christmas Ives was the first American to ever lay eyes on the Grand Canyon. He deemed it “altogether valueless”, and he believed that “ours has been the first and will undoubtedly be the last, party of whites to visit the locality. It seems intended by nature that the Colorado River along the greater portion of its lonely and majestic way, shall be forever unvisited and disturbed” (Powell, 3-4). Looking out at the vast beauty of the Grand Canyon, he was sure that it would never have any importance, and nobody would want to see it. Today, Grand Canyon National Park is one of the greatest and most well-known natural landmarks in all of the United States.

A trip to visit Monument Valley took me through the mystifying canyons and desert flats of Utah consecrated by the indigenous Navajo people for their natural beauty. I did not realize that my journey on a winding road through the sovereign Navajo Nation would have such a profound effect on me when I first arrived at Monument Valley Navajo Tribal Park. Amidst the towering auburn stones and fine sands, the Valley began to perform a ballad of whispering winds and endless sky. This performance detailed the relationship between man and nature in Monument Valley and even the largest lens cannot capture the landscape. I began to interpret Monument Valley (see appendix A) and its importance to me as an example of true nature that I encountered early in my childhood in movies. It was naive to believe that my childhood recollections of grayscale Western films did it justice, so I set out on a journey to discover the landscape in person. While my original memories will endure, the enchanting effects of the Valley of the Rocks on my soul is only relivable amidst the great stones of the Colorado Plateau.

Spending quality time with family is one of my favorite childhood memories, whether it was spending time outdoors, playing ping pong, or watching a movie. My most meaningful family memory came from our vacation to Colorado back in 2004; yes, 2004. Although I don’t remember all of the events that transpired, I’m able to recall most of the memorable events that took place. It was a cool, misty morning in the Colorado Rocky Mountains, and I could distinctly hear the unmistakable elk calls that echoed through the mountains. The breeze gently scraped my face as I got into the car to begin the first day of our family vacation in Colorado. I could hear the car tires gently humming on the road during this cool, foggy, Colorado morning. As I looked past the lanky pine trees, glistening drops of dew formed on the tall grass, dancing with the wind. As we moved further down the road, I could see the tip of the sun barely begin to peek over the steep, snowy mountain peaks; however, the sun was soon covered by the misty Colorado clouds. This was it: our family vacation!