Descriptive Essay About Kloofing

As I ran, I felt my foot come down on top of a moss filled rock, and I knew I was in trouble. The slick moss ripped away from the slab of granite and it sent me flying. I knew the fall would be inevitable, and took the it as best I could and prayed for some luck. Branches ripped apart my face, snapping from the contact. Blood flicked up into my eyes. My shoulder made contact with the trunk of a tree as the rest of my body dug into the mud. My legs flipped up over me, crashing into piece of granite bulging out of the ground, pain traveled its way up my leg.

At that time, I felt like a rookie sky diver preparing for his first plunge. The cabin door opens to reveal the extreme distance of his fall, which leads to either sheer excitement or eventual death. The naivete that sheltered his fear disappears at the sudden reality of the moment. By then, of course, it is much too late to turn back. The very thought that this was his idea seems absurd to him, and he feels like the only person on the face of the planet. And so he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and

Evaluate the skills and techniques required to successfully perform in two different land-based outdoor and adventurous activities

Life jacket all strapped on, getting to the last step and I’m in. I feel the rush of the cold water running all over my body like a pack of fire ants attacking their prey. I let go of the ladder and step on the lake floor, slim, allege, little water bugs everywhere, the smell of fresh lake with a hint of fish comes to me. I walk around on the lake floor going deeper as I go, my life jacket starts to kick in and I’m loosing footing as I continue walking into the unknown. I get to a point where there’s a clear line where there’s a drop off, one side is the lake floor the other is a black hole. Pretty soon it’s me and the lake, and I just lay back and enjoy every bit of it. The blue sky with white streams left behind from the passing jets, making lines that cross each other every which way. The waves coming in from boats way out and beyond, gently hitting me and pushing me just inches closer towards shore. Birds sing their song, pine trees blow in the wind, sun beating down hitting my face, blinding me as it always does. I return to the real world and realize I floated back to where I started out, the lake knew it was time to head in. I step over to the silver ladder who spends its days and nights in this clear, cold lake helping those who dare to step in. I get up to the top of the ladder and step onto the dock, where my towel was waiting, to provide some warmth back to me. I wrap my towel around me and start the walk back to our beach house. I am careful not to slip on the rocks that washed up from the lake, and I make it to grass and flat

Eventually as I waited, the boys slowly left blackies and headed back to point Walter. Now was my chance to have my own attempt at the cliff. I knew I would most likely fail but I had to give it a go. I got up from my perch overlooking the scene. The edge of the cliff rose at least 10 meters above the river. The water splashing like a washing machine. I knew from watching the boys that as long as I didn’t land on my back or bellyflop,

Upon stepping in the boat, they handed us blue ponchos. The floor was metal, with thin, almond-shaped bumps on them, forming many little crosses. There were some rooms where you could watch through the windows and not get wet. Thinking that was pretty boring, I chose staying outside, where blue chairs lined the walls of the rooms inside. I chose a seat on the starboard side, quite close to the metal railings that bordered the walls of the boat. My little sister sat next to me, her smiling face bursting with excitement. I felt a little jerk, and the boat started moving and the thundering falls grew closer. Though I was warned not to stand up, I got excited and rushed out of my seat, eager to see the falls. My hands grabbed the railings as I watched the roaring waters go around in a horseshoe shape. After a while. the sky darkened, lightning flashed, thunder boomed, winds whipped up, and it started pouring. I started to regret staying outside and started slowly making my back to my seat. The boat lurched to the starboard side, and I slid back to the railing. My sister, the only other person nearby, screamed as she jerked forward, her seatbelt stopping her from flying into the water. I slowly got up but the boat lurched to the other side and I went flying forward, my head hitting a chair. Clutching my head, my vision dimmed and I went flying towards the railing again. Horrified, I suddenly realized that I missed the metal bar entirely and was actually hurtling towards the water. On impact, my body instinctively curled into a ball. I fought to reach the surface, but the water from the falls was pushing me down. When my head last broke the surface, I saw many more people in the place where I fell out. They were probably the people from the inside, who saw me tumbling out of the boat. The freezing water made it hard to think and hard to move. After around what I thought was

I leaned my head back against the rock above me. The rain felt refreshing. I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of the drops hitting my skin, then rolling off on to the rock below me. I cannot recall my thoughts in that moment, because my mind had gone blank. The music still played in my ears but I was focused on my

My heart pounded as my feet gradually left the safety of the grounds and began its ascent on a ladder that rattled on every step. Sweat formed in the palms of my hands while my gaze remained transfixed to the ground. In my mind’s eye, I envisioned myself landing with a splat on the ground. This was my first time at White Water, Six Flags. At first, when my cousins invited me to the trip, I presumed that in the worst case scenario, I would face a roller coaster; I can stomach that as long as there were seat

I remember looking up at the stars and I couldn’t move at first from the shock of what had just happened, I finally shook myself out of it when I heard everyone shouting asking if I was okay. I sat up, looked around, then looked at them and my exact words were, “Since I’m not seriously injured, THAT WAS CRAZY AWESOME!”. We all load back up and Dylan makes me ride shotgun and he holds on to the side and I’m sure Chuck was a little terrified to drive the Kubota after that because he took it slow after that incident. Once we got back to the pond we pulled out a flashlight to check over my body for any cuts or anything, we didn’t find anything too terrible besides a few decent scrapes and some gnarly road rash on my back where I landed. Of course, everyone was like “WOAH what happened!” so we told the story to everyone. After that, the night went on as planned, we lit the sky up with hues of red, white, and blue mainly with just about every other color thrown in somewhere in the

Some of them spend hours and even days plunging into the depths of the earth. In 2004, a team of speleologists, another term for a person that studies caves, spent nearly four weeks underground. The team was made up of 45 men and 11 women representing seven countries. As the cavers descended, they faced freezing water, long drops, and uncharted territory as they rappelled, weaved, and blasted their way through narrow and intricate passageways. They reached an end point of 6,037 feet. They helped pave the way for future cavers, allowing them to reach the current depth record. As more teams descend into Krubera and push further, it is probable that the current record will be

Delaney and I had just arrived at Diana’s Bath in New Hampshire, where we were going to hang out for a few hours and play at the “waterfall” we had heard about. We walked through a small path until we saw a gigantic rocky structure with tiny bit of water rolling off of it, with a pool of water at the bottom. We were all very surprised by this, as we thought it would be a beautiful waterfall that we could jump from the top of and that we stand under. Although, it being not what we expected and looking very dangerous, we continued to swim in the pool below the rocks and begin climbing up. The rocky structure was very difficult to climb up and we almost slipped a few times, but we caught ourselves.

It’s not a fun moment; it’s certainly not a fast moment either. Everything slows down into retrograde slow motion. Every grinding grain of sand, every drag of dirt, every slip of shale, it slows right down to a crawl. Like your mind realizes it’s the last time it’ll ever communicate with your eyes and wants to appreciate it. Because there is no getting your grip, once you’re like me and clinging to life by your fingertips there is no gaining ground - unless you mean the point in which you land at the bottom of the mountain.

Although it may seem illogical, my love for hiking started before I could even walk. When I was still quite young, I remember being put into a child carrier on my dad’s back, my head bobbing in rhythm to his steps. I am told that sitting in that backpack is the quietest I had ever been, as I was enraptured by the passing trees give way to the sunny slopes of the alpine. Upon learning how to walk, I began to pester my parents to free me from the prison that was the child carrier, and ever since then, hiking has become one of my favorite hobbies. Hiking gives me a sense of accomplishment and provides me with a place that I can find peace from the literal and metaphorical noise in my life. My parents have fostered my love for hiking and nature, by bringing me on vacation every year to hike for at least two weeks.

It all happened in a flash. Air from the hole blew up and sucked me into the hole pulling the rock back in place. I quenched my eyes tightly as I braced myself for the fall that never came. Slowly I opened my eyes and my jaw dropped down and touched the ground. Millions of things all shocked me at once. For one thing everything was made of gold and I was floating down to the ground slowly.

Kloofing is an adventure activity that typically involves the descent of a deep ravine or a watercourse that may be dry or wet. A kloofing trip usually combines hiking with the descent of a watercourse. I recently went to South Africa for WWW with 23 people. On the 4th day, we were planning to go kloofing in a huge canyon. I was really scared, but a part of me was also kinda excited. When the day came, it was definitely an adventure, but I was glad I did it. I experienced