Descriptive Essay : My Favorite Trail

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.

Aside from memorable conversations and quality time with dad, hiking has affected my personality in so many different ways. By hiking and getting outdoors, I’m challenging not only my body, but my mind as well. Many

At first I thought it was another noisy squirrel, but then it appeared. There was a deer heading my way. As he did this I thought about what a beutiful

I glance over at the clock it reads 3 AM, my mind buzzing with stress makes me stay awake.My eyes dart around my bedroom, trying to find something to focus on and go to sleep. My mind runs over the long, boring conversations of the day and what I should have said at what specific time and keeps running on, the only thing breaking me from my stress filled thoughts is a sound unfamiliar to me. It sounded like a creak in the floorboards, which happen 24/7 but it still left me baffled.

There are many alluring opportunities to witness nature, such as local trails and protected woods, but even a peaceful park or a backyard pond can produce such a feeling. As for me, I enjoy hiking the Appalachian Trail, the longest national park and a 2,200 mile stretch of elegant woodlands. From the summer of 2013, my father and I have established a tradition of taking two or three days to hike twenty mile sections of the trail. Though hiking the whole trail is unrealistic, the trips are most significant to me as a chance to hike, forgetting about homework, extracurricular activities, and other stressors. Admittedly, I am always reluctant to believe that climbing up rocky mountains with a twenty-five pound backpack will is a form of relief, but somehow, it always is. We typically sleep in hammocks, which allows

Paths and nature trails are able to give people a sense of peace, relaxation, a place to exercise, and bring back memories from years ago. Different seasons make you feel a different emotion each time you visit the trail. Due to the change of surroundings, you may feel merry in the winter time, but energetic in the summer time. On the Thomas J. Evans Trail, you get a mixer of a well nourished landscape along with a historical background. City life can be busy and stressful without a break now and then. Visiting a childhood trail can bring forgotten joys that are just waiting to be dug up again. Taking a walk on the trail with the trees high above you and the cement path below gives the impression of openness and freedom. With many animals seen scampering around and the aromas can catch your attention from the various plants that thrive here. Along with the wildlife, numerous people are seen enjoying the scenery along side you. Whether they are riding their bikes or jogging along to the beat of their music, an arrange of activities take part in the

We were getting tired, so we found a clump of trees where we could rest and keep an eye on the green, dew covered fields around us. After we had rested a while, we decided we would continue to hike deeper into the canyon.

“A walk in the Woods” is the story of two men setting out on the AT trail. They come across what not only they are missing but the disconnect in nature. The book helps to expand on what aspects are missing from our culture in order to incorporate nature in our daily life.

I called her name several times before I heard the loud clonking of an animals hoof, a horse, perhaps. I squinted at the path

All i could hear was the faint yelp of a gravely injured man. As i looked around, i found the source of the adamant yelling.

Quietly I arose from my bed, and made my way over towards my bedroom door, and pressed my ear against the door. I strained my ears as much as I could trying to pick out anything I possibly could. I wasn 't able to continue my eaves dropping for very long,

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.

When arriving at Tumbledown Mountain, I was surrounded by brown and reddish leaves that were scattered on the ground. The trees around me were filled with luscious, vibrant, green leaves that enchanted my eyes. In addition to the leaves and trees, there was a lot of moss growing on tree stumps that looked like a small blanket covering an infant. Wild, white mushrooms were also growing out of the ground, which gave the ground a pop of color. Taking a step out of the car and onto the leaves, sounded like fire crackling at a camp fire. The sound of the leaves made the hairs on my arm stick up and filled my skin with small goose bumps. At first the smell of the woods was unfamiliar, but I soon got used to it and felt at ease. It felt like I was in my own fantasy where I could escape my troubles and focus on each little detail in the woods.

Walking through the trail full of mud and leaves always made me think about my life. It was always there when I needed to walk and get things off my mind. Looking around watching the leaves fall off tree after tree flying like butterflies, all different colors. When they stopped, they immediately died and they were not coming back alive again. Piled leaves filled up under trees and children ran and jumped on them like they were pillows. These trees tripled the height of humans with numerous branches holding hundreds of leaves. While walking the river flows and it is such a beautiful view with the sun shining right off of it. The ducks and little birds chirping and floating through the smooth water puts a joy to my face.

I could hear mama grabbing something out of her bag and her heels on the hard wood floor walking back towards me "click clack click clack".