Personal Narrative: A Walk On The Trail

We setout with our nalgines full of watter and we thought that we would not even use halph, But we undermested the heat and the terain of the trail. At first it was nice and shadie walk through nature. There where lots of trees and felids of crops surrounding us, and I loved it. We where all happy untill we had to climb a 200 foot h, and to make things even worst the clouds have moved and now the sun is bakeing. When we made it to the top, we where all

The hike was only a little more ways left to the campsite, and we had to hurry because it started getting dark. The sky had a pink hue, and the clouds were scattered everywhere. We went over a sketchy looking bridge that was over water, and then went down a rather large hill. We finally got to the campsite as the sun was setting. We immediately set up our tents and hammocks to get settled in. After the tents were all up, we started up a fire. We started it out small, and then built it up to the point where it was raging. The five of us huddled around the fire watching cinders shoot of into the air and told stories for hours. The fire started to die down so we put it out and went to bed. I took my one person tent and my sleeping bag and went off to hit the

The drive up to the cabin was a long, twisty trail that went up a huge steep mountain and on top was a huge cabin that overlooked the mountains. The cabin had a huge set of elk antlers over the front door. I was in love with the cabin, but I couldn’t look around too long. The guide had told us that if we wanted to we could hunt that night. Jim and I didn’t think twice about it and started to get ready for the hunt.

It was a cold morning in late November early December. I bundled up into all my hunting gear. I had warm hat, coat and overalls. My gloves were thin so I had hand warmers inside of them. My boots were really thin but I had feet warmers in them so my toes wouldn't get cold. I was ready for the hunt so we hopped into the truck and cruised to nick's where we rent the land.

Turning off my iPod, I hiked a few more miles up the mountain, the echo of my racing heartbeat pulsing in my ears. Feeling my sweat, mingled with the drizzling rain, trickle down my neck, I let out a deep breath and looked down the edge at the lush greenery. Kicking a tiny rock, I watched it fly off the edge until it got lost somewhere among the warring bushes.

There’s a river on the edge of Missouri where my family and I camped. My uncle called it “The ole’ Roarin’ River” because the river was always impossibly full of life and movement. My cousin and I decided, on the edge of daybreak, that we should take a swim. We jumped in and my petite self started to drift quickly downstream. My cousin yelled and motioned for me to swim. I was so scared that I might drown but the internal fire in me was fueled by the terrifying and dire situation. I made it to the edge of the river and climbed out yelling and jumping because I had done what I never thought was possible. I fought the current.

“It's time to go”, said my mom. My stomach was churning and anxiety was running through my veins. Today was the day! It was the time to start a mountainous trek to the Mayan city, Machu Picchu. We had signed up for a four-day trek through the Andes Mountains to get to the lost city of Machu Picchu. We started the trek in the city of Cuzco. We were not allowed to go by ourselves up the mountain, so we had to go with a group of people and a tour guide. We would stay with the group for the four days of the trek and would go where they would go. We had porters who would help carry our belongings to each campsite. As we started the trek on the first day, it started to rain. I wore my rain jacket and kept on going. By the time I got to the three-mile mark my legs were hurting and I wanted to sit down. I knew I had to keep going. Finally, after 2 hours I saw the campsite. I washed my hands and ate dinner. After a long day of hiking, we went to bed.

And finally it took two and a half hours but we did it we climbed Harney Peak. Everyone was fine but me we drank a lot of water but I didn’t eat much for lunch on top of Harney Peak. When we finished our food Tayte thought it would be a great idea if we went off the trail and climbed on to these really high rocks. Me in my right mind thought oh boy I ain’t goin there. But I went anyway because I love my sister so we climbed and climbed oh and guess what we climbed some more. Until we got to this little cave with trees everywhere. That was when chaos happened.

At one point we decided to stop at a campsite for the night and set up camp. We drank most of the water packed and we needed more to cook dinner so me and my dad had to take a canoe to the middle of the lake to filter some more water (if we filtered the water on the shore our water filter would have got clogged with a bunch of scum). It was a pretty windy day this day and normally I wouldn't think too much of it, and I didn’t. So we got to the middle of the lake and filtered the water that we had needed and were going to row back and we had started to paddle back, or we at least tried. Little did I know what such mild winds can do to affect the current of the water. We rowed as hard and as fast as we would yet were barely moving, the thought of being blown away was not a happy thought. I dug down deep and gave the rowing everything I had. We slowly began making progress inching towards back to the island we were staying on. Finally, we were

Oh, but if you can push your body beyond what you think it can do, strain and struggle, and endure your racing heart and your aching muscles, you will pass through forest, burning desert, flat lands that reek of desolation and loneliness, and you will enter a canyon that is lush with green trees set against blazing red cliffs. A river flows through the canyon’s bottom that is clear and filled with a bounty of fish and crawdads. In that place, it’s as if the civilization you know exists back at the trailhead and beyond has been wiped

My legs are growing weak and my body feels like a weight. I have been walking for hours now and have not taken any time to stop and rest. The thought of me getting back to the highway, back to civilization, is the only thing that keeps me going on this long journey. Every step I took through that river against that huge current took a huge tole on me. I can’t wait to see the faces that I have left behind on my journey. Just the thought of seeing them again gives me the strength to keep moving and to get out of these woods. I’m so overwhelmed with excitement but at the same time I have a part of me that is nervous. I keep thinking about the same questions over and over. What am I going to say to everyone that I have left behind? What are their reactions going to be like? A few hours later I made it onto the highway and within ten minutes I hitched a long ride with a trucker who was going to Montana. He said he could drop me off in South Dakota at a bus stop and so I hopped in and we went on a long drive together. I didn’t really talk a lot and neither did he. We both seemed to be in our own little world with no distractions. I was to mesmerized by the beauty of the Alaskan wilderness which I had stayed in for months. While on the road I saw a lot of new construction sites for roads and buildings. I had no idea what I had missed out on while I was out there on that abandoned bus without any communication. I wonder what I have missed… there were sites where parts of the Alaskan

It was three summers ago and It was just another hot day and my parents insisted that we be active and do something. It was my mom’s grand idea that we go for a hike and then go watch some fireworks at a country club nearby. Me and my sister were of course were not amused by this idea and were not looking forward to being eaten by mosquitoes on a mountain for a couple hours. I do not consider myself the outdoorsy type, fishing was about the extend of it. Hiking isn’t something I particularly enjoy and after tonight hiking would become my absolute least favorite activity ever. Some would say that Donn Fendler’s book Lost on a Mountain in Maine is a really good interpretation of someone 's real life story of being lost on a mountain, but few can say they have actually gone through the fear of being lost on a mountain.

The beginning of my adventure begins on a clear, beautiful day, in a parking lot where our adventure will end. A group of us, including my boyfriend two of his friends and I, are going tubing down the Rappahannock River in Virginia. The Rappahannock is a popular shot for tubing, fishing, and just relaxing with old and new friends. After we drop one car off so when we finish we can get back, we hop into a friend’s car and head to the beginning point. We get to our beginning location and start to blow up the tubes which takes at least a half an hour. We decided to go tubing that day because I have never been tubing before and they all enjoyed that activity and wanted to share the experience with me, it was also my first time staying in Virginia so they wanted to show me all the beautiful things and activities to do in the area. When the tubes are finally filled we take our shoes off, then we take our clothes off leaving just our bathing suits on, and finally we leave everything in the car so our items don’t get wet when we get in the water. We then have to walk across the parking lot to head to the launching point on this 95-degree day. We all run across the parking lot trying to hit all the shaded areas so our feet would not burn on the black top. When we finally reach a wooded area and we continue down a gravel path. I remember trying to stay on the sliver of grass that was there because of the pain the gravel was causing my feet. We walk about a mile in a half to two miles

My adventure on the eclipse took me down to the Meramec River with three dogs, three kayaks, my dad, and my sister. The morning started off warm, with no breeze and a temperature of about eighty degrees. The plans for the day were to go on a float trip putting in at Sappington Bridge and paddling down to the Meramec Bridge, but we had gotten a late start so plans didn’t go accordingly. On the way up to my shed to get our dusty, green kayaks out, I opened the gate and the metal piping was sizzling hot. My hands were burning after opening both gates for the truck to go through. After opening up the shed and picking up the kayaks, we maneuvered them out the door of the shed. We loaded them up on the truck, ratcheted them down, and headed to Sappington Bridge. We put the kayaks in the water and paddle upstream to the first rock bar where we got out, but we weren’t the only ones on the rock bar so we had to keep our dogs down on our end. The water was slow, hardly any current at all, and the air was fresh and sweet. We debated about whether or not to stay at the river

Things usually do not go as planned, and most of the time, the results are unexpected. Bill Bryson’s A Walk in the Woods is a novel about a great journey. Usually when hearing that, first thing that comes to mind is the ending of this great journey; whether it is completed or given up. However, writing a novel about an extraordinary journey, usually refers to a great ending. In this story, Bill’s inspiration and confidence truly shows ambition. He also shows that he is genuinely able to finish the Appalachian Trail. However, the outcome is the complete opposite. Bill and Stephen’s journey is a representation of how all journeys come to an end; their determination shrivelled the further they walked, by experiencing physical, friendship, and mental difficulties.