Descriptive Essay On The Osprey

It was a short drive to the hotel, and the scenery was pretty cool, but I was really waiting for arrival time. I couldn't wait to see the hotel, and I had no clue what to expect. I eyes drifted out the window at all the tall trees on the hilly landscape. The trees filled the hill, and there was on sight of the forest floor. Birds of all sizes flew in and out of the forest, keeping a person looking at them and their home forever. But then the landscape began to change.

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

The sun was glistening through the tall, swaying pines. To the right of the trail, a gentle river flowed softly down towards the mouth of the lake. Walking across the rickety wooden bridge, I inhaled a deep breath of refreshingly crisp mountain air. The sun beat down on me as I made my way across the bridge and back onto the well-used hiking trail. The ambient sounds of chirping birds, babbling water, and the croaks of several frogs filled my ears as I made my way around the bend. As I entered the mouth of the forest, I could see my father standing in the middle of the path, glancing upwards, taking in the beauty that had began to engulf us. “We better get going.” he said, looking back at me. “There’s still many miles to go.” I smiled and turned, taking in one last view of the beautiful creekside. Then, with determination, we set out to finish the challenging trek we had started.

I could see Fort Jefferson, the moat around it, the islands, and how shallow the water actually was. Around 2 minutes later we finally landed. The first thing I did was grab my bags and went into Fort Jefferson. On my way there I passed the boat docks. Inside of Fort Jefferson, there were lots of trees, signs, benches, people, and a lot of things and I had no idea what they were.

I was all packed and ready for the journey. I was very frightened, because I was leaving the only place I knew. My family was not coming with me and I missed them. I was riding a stinky old steamboat to America. I was not excited for the long journey to America. The food smelled bad and I was uncomfortable, but I was going to America so I tried to keep my thoughts on that. At least I was waking up to a better life in America.

Sight, I saw many cool things on the hiking trip. I saw rocks in the middle of the rushing waters that were disputing the water away from it. Another thing I saw was a tree that was 30 times taller than me.

As we started along the trail, I worried about forgotten items and my decision to only bring one extra pair of socks. However, after a while, I became aware of a pair of birds chattering above me and the soft murmur of water trickling down a stream bed. After an hour of walking, the trail starts winding back on itself in a series of switchbacks. The chatter between my family members slows down, as we soon struggled to breathe from exhaustion. Sometimes I was hunched over so far from my load that I would stare at my rubber-toed boots and forget to look up at the majestic trees surrounding me.

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

The sound of the chirping birds awoke me. The smell of the grassy-smelling rain tickled my nose as I pried my heavy eyes open, tired from yesterday’s long day of adventuring. I squirmed out of my cozy sleeping bag, being gentle on my sore back after sleeping on the diamond-hard rock last night. I crawled out of my little compact tent as my stomach growled of hunger. I looked out to the foggy distance where the egg yolk-like sun was rising from behind the bumpy, tree-filled mountains. I gathered my hiking essentials and munched on a protein bar as I started exploring on the wet, slippery trail. Suddenly, I heard a footstep behind me. I turned around, but nothing in particular was there. I kept strolling along, observing the many species wandering

That end of the week we flew out and traveled east to Chicago, a new place which I never knew about. I had the butterflies in my stomach and didn't realize what's in store once we achieved our goal. When we at long last touched base at the packed air terminal in Chicago, we were grasped with warm invites by my relatives whom I considered as outsiders. It was my first time really observing

My stomach wasn’t growling at me anymore, and my family was in a better mood. This was until we got on the back roads. I tried to withstand the bumps from the road, but they never seemed to go away. Trying to ignore the bumps as much as I could, I stared out the window. I was in complete shock! Staring back at me was the broad and fascinating mountains of Colorado. The large white cap mountains were one of the best things I had seen in my life. Also, there were mountain sides full of green trees and wildlife. I felt as if I could stare at these for hours, but that was not the case. After around 15 more minutes of staring at the mountains, I was feeling sleepy again. I rested my head on the black headrest behind me in anticipation of being able to sleep until our final destination was

The alarm woke me up around 7:00. It was a Friday morning and we had a quick 45 minute drive from D.C to Rock Creek, Maryland. I got ready, tossed a couple things in my backpack and was in the car ready to go. This was just a normal weekend for us and it was pretty routine for my family and I to go down to Rock Creek to go hiking. When we arrived, we started our way down to Lake Needwood. The sights, sounds, and smells we experienced in

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

The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few