Descriptive Essay About Santa Inez Mountains

After three hours of of hiking what felt like a vertical slope, the top of Mount Haystack was right in front of me. I knew that I could keep pushing through because I had suffered so much worse before. I wasn’t about to let this mere incline prevent me from reaching the top. I powered through the aching muscles and throbbing knees, while ignoring the sharp radiating pain in my calves. After what felt like forever, I was standing 5260 ft above the sea and taking in a spectacular view. When I glanced to my left, I realized I wasn’t quite at the top, I still had two more peaks to go before I’d reach the top of Lafayette. So after a few minutes of rest I got started on the rest of the hike.

A long time ago, it was a man named Robert Harryson. Robert and his wife Ana lived a happy life with their 3 sons, Alex, Will and Ethan and the twin girls that soon will arrive. They had a good economy and a big house after Robert had sold a part of his big successful business. Everything was just perfect. When the family started to grow bigger they decided to hire a housemade, Sarah, so Robert and Ana could spend all their free time with their beloved children. A couple of month were going and then the twins Emily and Katie arrived. Their big brothers couldn't be happier over not just one, but two small babysisters!! The boys adore them and gave them a snowglobe that they had got from their grandmother.

One of ICI Homes’ newest communities boasts a background much more interesting than its physical address and plots on a surveyor’s map.

An inspirational sight for holiday travelers, they'll be awesomely impressed with the prominent craggy peaks towering like signposts to Heaven far above the immediate surrounding terrain. Open forest areas with wide walking tracks and panoramic views from lookout

The newspaper states, "This means that for 30 days, hundreds of people armed with shotguns, rifles, machetes, handguns, and hooked spears— many who have never even seen a Burmese python—will roam the Florida Everglades in search of the coveted snakes. Our advice: If you happen to be in the area, be sure to wear a bulletproof vest." But now that people want to take action, they are doing that irresponsibly as well. Having strangers going out with guns in the wild is really not the brightest idea. A lot of the population I bet isn’t even familiar with using a gun. And when out “hunting”, you could get shot by someone else, or get bitten by the

Sited in the northeast corner of Nocatee, the Twenty Mile neighborhoods contain the largest lots, the most natural views and the (mostly) undisturbed settings of any Nocatee neighborhoods. Your skyline won’t be broken by surrounding power poles, other homes jammed side-by-side or the noise of nearby commercial corridors. Although you will spot neighbors’ roofs or yards — hey, it’s a neighborhood, right? — your primary views will be blue Sunshine State skies, the cool canopy of old live oaks and the shimmering surfaces of ponds and lakes.

On Saturday night, August 29th, a bear reportedly attacked two men. The incident occurred around 8pm, northwest of Cochrane in an area known as Ghost public land use zone. One of the victims of the bear attack told EMS paramedics that he was riding an all-terrain vehicle, and the other man was on a dirt bike, when they encountered a bear and cubs. “The bears attacked them knocking them from their vehicles. They had to deploy bear spray, and in a short time, the bear and the cubs departed the vicinity.” Says Adam Loria with EMS. “We heard something,” says Cam Steffen. “We weren’t sure if it was the cows and then it got louder. We heard it again and it was someone calling for help.” In the next couple minutes, EMS responded to an along Highway

Ten minutes from downtown Santa Cruz lies a lush city greenbelt with spectacular views overlooking town and Monterey Bay. Pogonip’s 640 acres and 8 miles of trail serve up prime Santa Cruz hiking, walking and running through redwood forest, oak woodland and remnants of coastal terrace prairie, plus some good old-fashioned, totally nonnative-yet-fetching-nonetheless grassland. The very limited mountain biking possibilities expanded with the June 2013 opening of the Emma McCrary Trail, which connects Santa Cruz mountain bikers and equestrians with bike trails at UCSC and Wilder Ranch State Park. Pogonip is so beloved by city residents that many people honor it by putting a “the” in front of its name, as in: “I go to the Pogonip daily to recover

Trails of exhaust were propelled out of every single car in the bumper to bumper traffic, making the recirculation button a necessity. The dull roar of hundreds of people walking, talking, shouting, and blaring their car horns gradually blended into one unpleasant, continuous track that I was forced to listen to. Litter and cigarette butts pooled around gutters and lined the curbs, so I redirected my gaze upwards at the towering skyscrapers. I liked the view, so long as I kept my eyes above street level, and I supposed I liked the city, so long as I did not breathe in too deeply. I tried to appreciate nicer aspects of the busy city, but where I really wanted to be, was hiking somewhere in the mountains.

The ruckus from the bottom of the truck is unbearable, because of the noise and excessive shaking. As we slowly climbed the mountain road to reach our lovely cabin, it seemed almost impossible to reach the top, but every time we reached it safely. The rocks and deep potholes shook the truck and the people in it, like a paint mixer. Every window in the truck was rolled down so we could have some leverage to hold on and not loose our grip we needed so greatly. The fresh clean mountain air entered the truck; it smelt as if we were lost: nowhere close to home. It was a feeling of relief to get away from all the problems at home. The road was deeply covered with huge pines and baby aspen trees. Closely examining the

I looked up at the morning sky painted in hues of purple and pink. The crisp air tickled at my nose. I stood in front of the open passenger door of the truck while waiting for Jacob to give me further instructions. I found Jacob on one of those mountain-climbing adventure websites. He had the highest rating of all the Mountaineers featured.

It was a cold day, so cold that your arms start to sting as if a needle is impaling the surface of your skin. The wind applies a force which feels as if your face is oozing with thick crimson red blood. The gray puffy clouds covered the sky and dropped small snowflakes onto the road’s surface. A man stood there, freezing, clearing the coat of thick white snow from the concrete road. His nose runs with a river of snot that floods out when the cold wind strikes. His sense of smell is heavily clogged by the slimy snot, but he can still smell the scent of the steamy hot chocolate which sits on the top of his snow covered car. His feet start to numb because of the cold flood which soaks through his boots to his white, silky socks. His feet feel as if he stepped into the freezing cold ocean. As if he fell through ice and he was stuck standing there. The vast pile of the ice white snow feels almost like a quicksand around his black rubber boot. Foggy figures of people shovel the big piles of snow off the sidewalks. They scrape and pick at the glossy white ice which sticks to the sidewalk like a little boy clinging to his mother's side. His feet still sting as if he was stepping on pins and needles. His hands are damp with sweat from grasping the curved metal shaft attached to a socket which holds the blade. The blade cuts holes into the thick powdered snow which is removed from the endless pile. The jet black shovel is filled with slushy snow and crystal shards of ice. The end of

When the sun slowly peeps over the range of mountains, birds shake the morning dew off their feathers and give a cheerful song that would lift even the most sorrowful of spirits. A light fog wraps around the mountain range, reaching to touch every bit of life thriving there. The slight chill in the air is enough to give a gentle shiver, but not enough for the need of a jacket. A breeze tickles the trees, making their leaves shake and sway with laughter. Sunlight seeps in past the thick canopy of branches with hopes of being able to reach the damp mountain earth. The mountains are the best place to live to be relaxed, see the most beauty, and never get bored.

Over the summer, my family and I drove up to Maine in order to visit my grandpa and relax. For the past couple of years, my dad and I have planned a few days to go hiking. We got into hiking a couple of years ago when we first discovered Tumbledown Mountain. After our first hike together, we were entranced by the beauty of nature and peacefulness that we were eager to plan more. This became a tradition because my dad and I rarely get to spend a lot of time together due to our busy schedules.

After spending all day soaking in all of the beauty and fun, I think to myself how thankful I am that this amazing area is just a short drive from home. The winding narrow roads that lead us back down to the dry desert valley can be daunting at times. The steep walls of stone surround us and the loose rocks at the top make me