Goodwater Loop Creative Writing

We had been walking a long time today. Waking up at 6:00, we had eaten and broken camp down quickly so we would make it to the next campsite before nightfall. We had begun hiking at 7:00 a.m. and besides hourly five minute breaks, and only stopped twice—for lunch and to put mole skin on Mr. Smith’s feet. Usually I walked up front with Phil but a few times someone would ask to be the lead man and I would let them. We would chat for a good portion of it: complain about soreness or complain about other’s complaining (we only complained to each other because leaders can’t show weakness, hehe), talk about home, good food (which was non-existent out there), and the day’s activities. And, sometimes we’d walk for an hour in silence. As we rounded a bend and approached the slope up the last small mountain of the days hike, I noticed a flash of light in the distance.

Reese Wells and his two friends, Brad and Tyler, took an adventure of a lifetime at Zion National Park and Angels Landing in Utah by hiking in the dangerous mountains to fulfill the empty gap in their friendship, making them closer than ever. Reese and his friends were joined by thousands of visitors and tourist on their hike. The hike of the peak was two and half miles and 1400 feet of elevation gain. After they woke up early they were fighting headwinds at the steep edges of the Zion monoliths. The author described the Zion monoliths as purple and blue sky gazes its pale dawn from behind the mountains. The three soon found themselves Walter’s wiggles, leading the to Scout's Landing. Despite the beautiful sight, the hike was still very dangerous.

As I hack away at chest high buckthorn I glance into the distance to locate the opening I've been waiting for. Finally, I have forced my way through the dense brush and onto a ridge above the glistening waters of the Bighorn River. The glare of lethargically moving water stuns my eyes as I cautiously make my way down the bank and splash my face with a handful of water. While maneuvering myself across the river I struggle to stay on my feet. I push forward and locate a flat and clear area ideal for my campsite. I reach a relaxing stop underneath a willow tree to provide pleasing shade during these hot Montana months. The sun's slowly starts to disappear over the distance mountains as my eyes gaze into the majestic star filled Montana night

My mom, my dad and I had made our way down to Bishop to visit my cousin and her family before hiking. Afterwards, we bade them farewell and drove to Boundary Peak. The way up was a gravely, rocky terrain that would barely qualify as a road. Our Jeep still has faint scratches that a few branches left on the side doors as we drove up. Parking in a flat, dirty area, we had finally made it to the trailhead of Boundary Peak.

Tiffany pulled into Jennifer’s driveway. The first snow of the year had fallen the day before. The sun shone brightly off the snow and ice. Jennifer put on a pair of sunglasses and climbed into Tiffany’s SUV.

As I walked into the Flint Hills Mall through the front side entrance, I could see an abundance of people in the empty space by the Kansas Drivers License Office. There were rows of shiny, smooth, wooden benches, which families and guests were sitting on. You could see them talking and laughing to each other, and giving pep talks to their kids. I could see the white table the judges were sitting at as they prepared to evaluate each student. I could see the judge's water bottle at each of their seats and bowls of candy inbetween each of them. I could see students sitting and standing on the sides preparing and talking. Students were either wearing white, red, or blue uniforms with a colored belt around their waist depending on what level they

After meticulously setting up our tent to perfection, we had time to reflect on how quickly our grimaces had just turned to grins. Right there and then we agreed, as a group, to help anyone we found that needed it in this place. No matter what the situation was. This was a pretty good first-impression to say the least. Now that we were settled, it was time to start our exploration! On the first day, the actual Forest Venue does not open until 4:00pm, giving us time to check out as much of the vast campsite as we could beforehand. We observed the layout, and how each row of tents was identified by a street name. Who were these tents made up of? Would these strangers get along? Were they anything like me? It was a little intimidating to think

After swimming, we decided we wanted to go hiking. So next, we climbed up the rocks until we came across a cave, then continued to venture up and across the small mountain that supported the waterfall. Kiefer decided to head back down to set up his eno hammock, but the rest of us continued on. As we continued to hike, we came across even more beautiful views of the

He led me to the path behind it , and we checked our balloons to make sure there were no leaks. As we were checking our supplies, I saw out of the corner of my eye a radiant white light: The iconic headlamp of our supervisor, Nathan, while he was on patrol. My heart about jumped out of my chest: we weren't ever supposed to go out to other cabin’s campouts. One of our fellow CIT’s had just last week gotten seriously reprimanded just for bringing snacks out to someone else's campout. Needless to say, I was terrified. The light drew closer and closer towards us, as adrenaline pumped through my veins… until the light took a sharp left and began walking away from the rec field. I heaved a sigh of relief, muttered to myself how stupid this was, and trudged on behind Jason, water balloons in

We rounded up at about 6pm and made our way out of the forest to some civilization using an LED lamp to light the way. It was an awesome felling and a job well

The waves crashing around us reminded me of the distant thunder you hear at the start of a storm. My hands were gripping the rope handles tightly, my knees scratching against the rubber that lay beneath us. As we soared over green, murky water, I could smell the fishy stench from the creatures that lived below. I was having emotions of excitement and fear, but soon the excitement sank as we drifted out of line from the boat leading us.

There he is. The love of my life. Looking so handsome standing under the Jacaranda tree.The lavender flowers blooming and orange sky in the background made the scene look perfect.The orange sunset shimmering through the gaps of the branches radiating down on his gorgeous rich dark brown hair making it shine even more than it does. He is perfection.I notice his big brown innocent eyes peering at me for a few seconds then quickly looking the other way. Giving me chills down my arms, I know he is trying to hint at me to come to him. I shake the plastic bag that I am hiding behind me and he neighs with great joy. He knows it's his favourite- carrots. Divine River, aka ‘River’ my horse of three years. He is the horse everyone desires

Just a short distance of nearly a mile from the island, some heavy rapids awaited our coming. They were something we all had to just deal with, and figure out by trial and error, the best way to pass through them. A fellow scout of mine, Ben, decided he wanted to be the first to try his luck in these rapids. Ben was a first year scout, who had never been on the canoe trip before. Ben was in a kayak as well. I followed closely behind Ben so that I could be of assistance should anything go

Jenna, Stacy (Jenna’s mom) Macy (my sister), my mom and I arrived at Devils Lake on Saturday at about 10:00. It was a dreary wet day, and not too cold, but certainly not very warm. It was a misty and crisp fall day, perfect for a hike. This hike really meant a lot to Jenna, she really

I took off the cap of the tank and put a thumbs up towards Jake. He pulled out of the driveway and sped off pushing his throttle all the way in towards the trail that we had only noticed was there the day before. We headed down the slippery red rock trail looking out for any cliffs, cracks, and of course animals. It was so