Mt. Bachelor Ski Resort

Deep in the Alps lies a small town called Clay. The sun was rising over a frosty blue mountain, and drops of dew dripped down from the leaves in the valley. Arthur awoke to find his bedroom filled with light. He went downstairs and drank a glass of water, not hungry enough for food. Arthur went outside into the chilly morning and started walking down the road. The road was lined with hundreds of huge alpine trees. A large flock of birds flew over Arthur’s head in the sky.

When depicting the tremendous height and abruptness of the mountain he states that “It was like a window ledge on a skyscraper, no more than fourteen or sixteen inches wide”. Bryson’s use of the simile establishes an illustrative image in the reader’s mind and creates a lasting impression of the situation. This improves the author’s tone as it details the uncertainty and discouragement the men were facing during the hike. Furthermore, Bryson advances his narrative and tone with imagery as he adapts to the trail when it becomes hazardous with oncoming snow and freezing temperatures. Bryson describes his surroundings with a bleak and dreary attitude, for example, he states that “the path was broken by steep, thickly bouldered streams, frozen solid and ribbed with blue

We were all encouraged to choke down as much food as possible. Any kind of energy was essential. A melancholy atmosphere hung heavy as the journey progressed. Minutes walking slowly progressed into hours, the sky seemed to darken steadily. All of us were oblivious to the danger shrouded by the dim evening. Only moments after scaling a rather steep ledge did nature dice to turn sour. A deafening rumble made each climber perk up. Snow began to descend at an alarming rate. Thunder began to mic the steady beating of a drum, causing more concern among the ranks of climbers. The powdery snow became more of a risk than ever, climbing under pressure and leaving nothing to stand on. Third base was more than three hours away. Three hours wasn't possible at the rate. Snowfall this bad could be detrimental to the climb’s success. Snow obscured vision and numbed faces. Shouts and orders deemed lost in the screaming wind; people’s figure became shapeless blurs frantically shifting, hoping if they struggled against the wind hard enough, they might find someone. Of course, this was to no avail. Not a single person doubted their demise would come at this point: the stakes were high and no-one could play too well against Mother Nature. The snow crept up to knee-level, making it harder and harder to travel. Death and I were face-to-face. To some, they couldn't bare the idea of dying up here; they had families and friends, children who need parents and

Two men on different mountains, in different decades, sit atop snowy, windy mountains, reflecting on what got them on such a cold, towering mound of rock and snow. Jon Krakauer tells his story of climbing the Devil’s Thumb “a dozen or so years,” ago, whereas Erik Weihenmayer, a blind man, pulls you into the middle of his story of climbing Mt. Everest with a team of nineteen. Krakauer, in an attempt to escape his boring, dead-end job, ventures to climb a mountain in Alaska by himself. Jon did not succeed on the route he had originally planned on taking, but did achieve his goal of reaching the summit of the Devil’s Thumb by going a different course. However; Jon found that climbing the mountain was unsatisfactory. Weihenmayer reached the summit of Everest with few problems. Erik states that some obstacles during climbing were made invalid because of his blindness. Although both men are in similar situations, they both have very differing experiences on these summits.

From the back tees, the 18-hole championship course measures 6,855 yards, with a stunning island green on 10. Its’ well-maintained greens and a fun layout make it well worth the greens fee (usually under $30 in the summer), which includes complimentary balls at the range and a GPS-equipped golf cart. For a different golfing experience, try Pinebrook Ironwood Golf Course. It’s short, which makes it great for walking if you’re visiting in the winter, but it’s full of water features which makes for a fun, little

The sand traps, one about 200 yards on the left side of the fairway and the other another 50 yards ahead of it at the end of the fairway before it doglegs to the left. It's pearly white colored rocks glisten in the warm spring sun. Its narrow, extremely narrow, only about a 30 yard wide fairway, and even more narrow opening to the fairway from the tips. The hazard to the right is once again dense and misleading for behind the majestic tree line there immediately lies a treacherous creek like the sirens Odysseus encounters in Odyssey on his way home for they were beautiful yet scary because they knew it lured sailors to their death. Now everything accounted for, the plan was now set to take the safe approach into this gusty tight par 4. Firmly and confidently I grasp the smooth surface of my 3 wood shaft, yanking in from my patriotic colored Callaway golf bag. I gradually move my hands up the club to its stiff rubber grip, taking long deep breaths, focusing in and getting into a state of mind where u just forget every thought you have in ur mind and you enter a state of near blissful

The small Alaskan mountain town of Girdwood is located in an area known for its pristine peaks, cyrstal clear glaciers, expansive woodlands, and pristine snow. The town of Girdwood has earned a reputation for its unredfined beuaty and is home to a number of resorts. However, for many this small community built amid the peaks of the Chugach Moutnain Range is more than a resort town. For the residents of Girdwood, the area is their own personal paradise, compelete with a grandioise sense of nature's possibilities and the best back yard one could imaigine.

Glancing up toward the light, blue, cloudy sky, the great, tall, and humongous Mt. Rainer towers above everything around its area. The snow peaked top gives this marvelous mountain a sensational feeling when you stare at it with a wide open jaw as the sharp crest gleams in the sunshine. When the snow melts, the water flows swiftly into a set of rivers. All around it thousands of trees stretch around the vicinity for miles. Two cheerful, cute birds fly around in joyous excitement since the flowers slowly bloom open as it’s becoming spring soon. As the soft wind blows gracefully, grass with little droplets of dew wave around delicately. A few feet away a large spider’s web is covered with water droplets and sparkles brightly just like a diamond.

Just this past summer, under the hot, and sticky sun, we pushed our car to the limit, on our 1,000 mile journey to the Rocky Mountains in Colorado, although in actuality we might have pushed our fears to the absolute limit. Flipping through the Colorado vacation brochure proved to have posed some interesting vacation destinations, such as "Big Bear Lake" and Trail Ridge Road. With the intent to get high in the sky, our family headed out the next morning to Trail Ridge Road, which is a road that takes you up to a staggering height of 12,000 feet. Although optimistic, we imagined of the vast fields of green, the glacier-topped mountains, and the valleys that undertake the them. As we climbed up to the peak, it seemed apparent that there

Even though I was born in London, grew up in New York and live in a large cosmopolitan city with year-round beach access, I do miss the mountains. My exposure to the works of John McPhee, Edward Abby and Wallace Stegner, compelled me to move beyond the 100th meridian, which is where I intend to remain for the indefinite future. I feel as though my better self inhabits the wide-open spaces of the American West from slick-rock canyons to glaciers. The terrain often beacons, which is one of the reasons why I’m contacting

With the afternoon sun beating down on the water and the camp in view, I can’t help but catch my breath in awe as I prepare to hike down the rest of the way, absorbing the beauty of this wonderful place. As the steep trail descends along the shoreline, it runs over the Sierra Mountain streams and makes its way towards camp. Running through camp and past the aged Herrington Lodge that serves as our kitchen, the trail then ascends up and through the campsites which reside on a rocky ridge. Overlooking the Lake from above, the view from the campsites becomes quite relaxing, especially as you climb up higher and higher. The highest campsite on the rocky hill is Eagle Rock, and although the hike can be treacherous, the incredible sight of the distant Sierra Mountains makes it worthwhile. While Camp is in session, I often see some people rowing, or sailing gracefully through the water. Because the south end of the lake is surrounded by a tall rocky ridge, Cody Lake often gets wind from the north, where the valley descends just past the edge of the water, overlooking the distant highway. Looking outwards, I can see a distant waterfall as

The course continued on in the woods for a brief distance and then exited the woods and continued up towards the top of the ski mountain and back into the woods for a short time and then exited to the next obstacle that started out with crawl underneath the obstacle and then a ladder wall type climb up the obstacle and then a short rope ladder traverse on the top of the obstacle and then back down the other side of the obstacle via the same rope ladder. The course again found its ways back in to the woods and came a rock climb that was draped with a rope net to assist with getting up the rocks that at least on Sunday where really slippery. The course continued on a short distance more through some really technical trails and came to a slack-line traverse that had a slack line for the feet, but a loser rope for the hands, I found this was an easy obstacle as long as you used your bodies weight and leverage to be an advantage. A very short trail distance later came the next obstacle that was a nice and easy ladder wall to climb up and over.

The storm had passed. Norval Gilmer careened the air cab to skim along the craggy mountain range past the Terra borough’s greenhouses in the south. Since he studied geology at Gnaritus University, he enthusiastically drew Surina’s attention to the unusual topography in the picturesque hinterland on the way to Algonquin Beach. Through the sunroof of the air cab, she glimpsed the congregation of the three suns, Spes’ rings, Fiducia, and Clementia in the endless turquoise sky. Suddenly, as they moved further south, the jaw-dropping view of the rainbow mountain materialized with its dazzling stripes of gold, black, green, orange, red, blue, and purple. Moreover, a soft alpenglow shrouded the snowy peaks.

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.

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.