My Decision Of Hiking Towards Camp

I stumble through the desert, the blood dripping off my feet freeze over. I trip and fall into the black, sharp sand. I whole body is cold. I have to close my eyes to avoid them from freezing shut. I can feel the blood in my body start to freeze.

Alone on the Yukon trail, there was a man climbing in negative 50 degree weather. He did not believe it when they said it would be that cold. As the temperature dropped below 50 degrees, the man realized it was quite cold. The only thing to keep him warm was fire. He climbs for many hours, trying to get back to camp and to the boys. However right now he was alone with a dog. The only reason the dog stuck by him was so the man could make fire. “The dog had learned about fire, and it wanted fire.” however the only way it could obtain fire is if the man made it. No matter what happened the dog kept coming back for the fire. He walked as far as he could before he

As I heard my alarm clock go off at two in the morning, feeling prepared mentally but not physically. My mind,at that point in time raced with thoughts and expectations, although my body felt like it wanted to die. Finally dragging myself out from under the soft covers, I pulled my gear to the bed of the truck and threw my bag up over the side of the truck's bed,-- hearing a giant thud from the heftiness of my pack. I felt mixed emotions coming from my body, my mind ready and my body said: “go back to bed hate you, I hate you, I hate you”. As soon as I plopped myself into the truck squished with three people in the back seat, after about five minutes of driving all three of us passed out fast asleep. The moment I woke, pulling into the parking lot of Mount Washington, New Hampshire I felt ready. When I stepped out of the car, I threw my hands in the air, the best feeling of stretching after a car ride. I look up to see this mountain completely covered with snow and only one round part completely treeless; that's where we hiked too. Strapping my fifty-pound pack on my back containing ski boots, skis, poles, winter gear, and food felt more tiring than it should have.

Each time the dog fell through, his instincts told him to stop and bite the ice from in between his paws. If he didn't they would be sore. Eventually the man walked in front and fell into a pool of water, which delayed him. He would have to stop and build a fire and wait for his feet and socks to dry off. This was still dangerous because that meant removing those articles, which would leave them exposed. His instinct told him to keep going and not stop to dry off. He decided to run the further distance hoping to increase circulation but failed. It had only wore him out and now his hands were beginning to freeze. Now it would be hard to light a fire because of the numbness in his hands. After he learned it was too late to build one he turned his thoughts towards the dog. If he killed it, he could place his hands into the core, which would defrost his hands. But the dog’s instinct told him not to go near the man, as he could be a target. Without feeling in his hands now he could not kill the dog either. He was beginning to accept his

The man knows the temperature is colder than 50 below; he has no experience traveling in such weather yet continues absentmindedly to meet ‘the boys’ at their camp in Henderson Creek. A dog followed at his heels, “It’s instinct told it a truer tale than was told to the man by the man’s judgement” (Anderson 28). The man was aware of the dangers of his trip, including thin ice skin hidden beneath pockets of sunken snow. Several times he avoids these traps wishing not to be delayed and even compels the dog to lead when he is unsure himself. The dog’s instinct screams no but the man shoves it forward anyway and the dog’s legs are soaked briefly before turning to ice. The dog quickly bites and licks at the ice to remove it from its fur. After a swift lunch and a small fire the dog again reminds the man of the dangers that lie ahead, “…it knew that it was not good to walk abroad in such fearful cold” (Anderson 30). Regretfully, the man saw no signs before falling through a pocket of snow and ice which left his feet wet. “He was angry and cursed his luck aloud. He had hoped to get into camp with the boys at six o’clock, and this would delay him an hour, for he would have to build a fire and dry out his footgear” (Anderson 31). Ignorant to his surroundings, the man’s fire is put out when snow falls from the boughs of the spruce above his fire. He finally acknowledged

Imagine having to walk 60 miles in 100 degrees below freezing point, without being prepared for the trip. Well in the story “To Build A Fire” by Jack London, The man went on this journey to go to klodine territory and had to walk 60 miles below 100 degrees not knowing he was unprepared. While on this 60 mile walk he had to build fire because of how cold it was, and he was able to do so until the third time, when he couldn't because he gotten his hands numbed. This setting was so fierce that it had a major impact on the character, plot, and theme.

The path leading back towards the campground was very narrow and very, very rocky. So much so that we were forced to park the cars in a small clearing and proceed on foot, about a mile down this path, to reach the campground. I quietly dreaded the idea of lugging all of our gear and supplies down this derelict mountain trail, but I did not voice my displeasure as this trip was something I had been looking forward to for a significant period of time now. As I hoisted my backpack onto my back and slung my large duffle bag over one shoulder, I thought of the hour I spent packing the day before, and secretly admonished myself for including those 2 extra flashlights, 5 extra pairs of socks, and 6 bottles of Gatorade in my list of "absolutely essential items" for the trip. I wished that I could just remove them from my bag and leave them in the trunk of the car, but as my father surely would have pointed out "it's better to have and not need, than to need and not have". God bless the old

We started off at a jogging pace because we wanted to familiarize ourselves with the terrain. Almost every step we took there was either large pointed rocks, thick embedded roots, or large swallowing holes. We knew we had to be as careful as possible. There were warning signs all over the path to make sure people are aware of the possible dangers, but that never made us think to stop. Every one fourth of a mile there was a sign that told you how close you were to the top, so once we made it to the halfway point we decided to take a break. There was not much talking between both of us, our time was spent drinking water and preparing for the final stretch of the trail. After I was rested, I asked my brother what time we were at. He checked his phone and we were at 18 minutes. I thought to myself, It only took us 18 minutes to reach halfway up the mountain, and I think I did not push myself as hard as I could go. I turned to Cayden with a gigantic grin and said,”Want to finish before 30 minutes?” Judging by his body language, I could tell that he was exhausted. The higher elevation must be having an effect on his breathing. Out of nowhere, however, he put away his water and his

After getting socked by the freezing water and losing the only source of warmth he had, he was beginning to lose is cool. “It was as though he had just heard his own sentence of death” (London 524). Once the fire was diminished by the snow the man then knew he had to take action. This is where his survival instincts kick in and now has to see what he must do in order to survive. If he would have packed more than just food his situation might have been different.

The third mistake happens when the man decides it’s a smart idea to take off the gloves for an extended period of time in -75 degree weather. This causes the man’s hands to go numb. When the man was trying to get the fire going again, he removed his gloves and lost the feeling in his hands making it nearly impossible to get the fire going. The man seemed panicked and worried (which we can’t fault him for since he is in -75 degree weather with inappropriate attire for the occasion). Nature shows mercy to no man. "He was losing his battle with the frost. It was creeping into his body from all sides. “The man's avoidable mistakes ultimately take his life and nature feel no sympathy for the dumb. It was just another example of a man who failed to defeat nature. If the man had brought along another human being for the journey, just as the old man in the beginning of the story advised him to do, maybe he would still be alive. His stubbornness, like many of us is too strong to listen to practical advice from a NATIVE of Yukon. "The old-timer on Sulfur Creek was right, he thought in the moment of controlled despair that ensued: after fifty below, a man should travel with a partner." Ultimately the man decides to bring a dog to keep him company. I can’t seem to internalize the fact that the man chose a dog over a human to accompany him on the journey. The dog wasn’t really good for anything. Obviously the dog was smarter because it’s instincts didn’t think it was a good idea to go on the journey, and he made it to camp alive and rewarded with bacon. The man envied how the dog could just sit in the snow and his warm fur would protect him from the elements. The mistakes that the man made throughout the story reflect everyday life by showing how just one accident or miscalculation can cost you your life. Naturalism uses the environment to show how dangerous and unforgiving the

Vicious cold at 75 below; much colder than your average winter. “Spittle crackled in the air before it reached the snow.” This is what the man experienced in Jack London’s “To Build a Fire”. He is lost in a relatively unknown landscape, the Yukon territory in northernmost Canada and Alaska. Traveling alone with his dog. This story could have had a happy ending except some setbacks, that were almost totally avoidable. Seemingly, the man could still be with us today if it were not for his negligence of the old man’s advice, didn’t build his fire underneath a tree, and went with a trail mate on his journey.

I covered every inch of myself, so now I could only see thru the misshapen opening of my hood. I slowly waded thru the slush of snow. I shoved my hand into the pockets of my coat, desperately trying to keep them warm. Ever since I was a kid, I feared hypothermia. I was so afraid of losing my fingers and toes to the point where I rather just lose the whole arm, instead of just one finger.

Adrenaline raced through my veins as I stood in freezing flood water that was currently spilling into my mud boots, transporting stranger’s belongings from floor to floor to attic. I watched as people frantically moved their furniture, animals in cages, and terrified kids upstairs, the safest location possible. Gelid rain droplets slid off my hood and down my cheek, leaving a trail of ice cold water. After several hours of helping, I became weaker as everything became heavier. My shoulders trembled and my knees felt as though they would give up on me any second. Anxiety began to develope as I looked around and take in the overwhelming nature of my surroundings.

Let us pick up our books and Our pens. they are our most powerful weapons. One child, one teacher one book and one pen, can change the world (Yousafzai). In the intent remedy the correlation between dropout rates and criminal activity, a legislative decision called for the establishment of the “Helping Youth Progress Program,” (HYPP). The legislatures intendment based itself on a study which linked the correlation to males between the ages of 15 and 18. The program is designed to provide teenagers with comprehensive education, offering regular core academic classes and community service projects. Pete, a 15 year old boy, found himself placed in