Personal Narrative Analysis

After three hours of of hiking what felt like a vertical slope, the top of Mount Haystack was right in front of me. I knew that I could keep pushing through because I had suffered so much worse before. I wasn’t about to let this mere incline prevent me from reaching the top. I powered through the aching muscles and throbbing knees, while ignoring the sharp radiating pain in my calves. After what felt like forever, I was standing 5260 ft above the sea and taking in a spectacular view. When I glanced to my left, I realized I wasn’t quite at the top, I still had two more peaks to go before I’d reach the top of Lafayette. So after a few minutes of rest I got started on the rest of the hike.

As said by Zopa, “You can never tell who the mountain will allow, and who it will not.” Peak needs to reach the top of the mountain as soon as possible, before he turns 15, in order to break the world record of having the youngest person reach above 29,000 feet. To do this, though, he endangers his life with the cold, getting oxygen, and just the climb itself. As they say, “Climb high, sleep low,” to get acclimatized, that way your lungs will be caught up with your body, or else they would collapse and you could come down with a serious case of HAPE. With the climb itself, Peak faces quite a few difficulties. At one point, when he was climbing up a steep slope with his axes, one of Sun-Jo’s slipped, and he was dangling. But, being the hero he is, Peak climbed sideways towards the rope that was hanging there, grabbed it, and swung down to Sun-Jo, saving him just as his crampon was slipping. There were other things like avalanches that happened, but the most killer thing was the so called death zone. In it, you have to get in and out in under 18 hours, or else you will meet certain death. Oxygen or not, there’s only a certain time limit you can survive it. Of course Peak made it out in time, but he did not, in fact, reach the summit, which was actually rather

We got to the top. I never thought I could have done it, but here am I. The view is amazing. I feel like I’m on top of the world! I feel the adrenaline in my blood and the rush is indescribable. I can feel the snow on my feet, I can hear the wind rushing by, and I feel as if I could conquer Earth. Seeing the small cities on the bottom of the mountain is like watching little ant’s houses and I imagine how different they must be from each other. It looks as if the small and insignificant buildings are bowing down to the giant mount. I feel like I’m on top of the world. I am still a bit afraid of falling though. I can still feel the fear pushing in my insides trying to get out, but I feel so unstoppable that my brain pushes the thought of feeling afraid to the deepest parts of my consciousness. It’s like the wind brushes the fear away slowly with every breath of air. Finally my insides are churning for the right reason;

Everest. At first Krakauer is just there for himself, “… I dreamed of ascending Everest myself one day, for more than a decade it remained a burning ambition,” (Krakauer 20) to complete his dream of climbing Mt. Everest. He is also just there to write the article, “The magazines intent was not that I climb the peak; the editors simply wanted me to remain in Base Camp and report the story…” (Krakauer 24).”And in subjecting ourselves to week after week of toil, tedium, and suffering, it struck me that most of us were probably seeking, above all else, something like a state of grace.” Krakauer had then realized that he and his teammates were really climbing this mountain to prove not only to themselves but to the loved ones that they could push past the obstacles and the pain and get to the

It’s inconceivable how many lives Everest has taken, yet numerable bodies still remain on the steep, snow muffled, rocky slopes of the mountain. The following lines really emphasize how lucky a climber would be to climb everest and live to tell the tale; ‘And the summit ridge was fanged and cruel, Fanged and cruel, bitter and bare.’ These lines use repetition to emphasize and get the picture of how dangerous the journey is. Here are another pair of lines from the poem; ‘And now with a sickening shock, They saw before them a towering wall’ The poem continues on about how hard the climbers worked to maneuver across the dangerous ridgelines only to find a ‘towering wall’, the last obstacle before the summit. Hillary and Tenzing eventually overcome

It had a steeper incline than the first. What drove me to reach the peak of a mountain is the view of San Francisco. It must have been a similar peak photographers used in their postcards. A little wedding gathered around, they encouraged us , continuing on our little journey.

Everest is the literal peak of any climbers career, a standard that many gaunt-faced ancients have laid claim to and that only a few privileged people have the opportunity to attempt each year. Even within the most experienced camps of the esoteric climbing elite when assembled summiting is never guaranteed, ever. while preparations are being made a plethora of factors must be considered with great attention given to even the most minute details. everest has a multitude of adverse conditions that can be presented at any time and the omnipresent and overshadowing feeling of entropy could be the greatest adversary to any mountaineer. This confusion caused by low oxygen, cold weather, malnutrition, and overexertion combine to create a perfect

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.

Slipping and sliding, huffing and puffing, we pulled ourselves along with the marginal help of the surprisingly slippery cable as the loose equipment around our necks swung left and right, chafing us and feeling heavier by the minute. We fell down at the top, exhausted from the ordeal but victorious. We got there with everything we had started with and had avoided the longer, though easier, roundabout route. Success, of a sort; 'It's all downhill from here,' was a figure of speech. Actually, it was another thousand feet of elevation change in a little over half a mile on a trail that hardly deserved the

It was a sunny Colorado morning. My dad and I were taking our annual hut trip; however, we had better planning because this was our third trip. We began the morning like any other day; we got up, gathered our gear and rushed out the door, excited to start the day. As we were driving up the twisting roads in the mountains, we made a quick side stop to get some breakfast. “Do you think this will be an easy hike?” I looked at him with inquiring eyes. “This is the biggest climb we’ve done, but we know what to do this time around,” my dad said, never taking his eyes off the road.

“Yes! After a trek up Mt.Everest for 30 grueling days, I can finally say that after 5 tries, I've made it.” After basking in my glory for about 5 minutes, I reluctantly decided to head back down to summit camp. On my 6th trek everything seemed easy, but little did I know that venturing down this unpredictable mountain, would be nothing compared to my venture going up.

I decided to listen to the feeling and keep climbing without looking down at the ground. I started to gain more confidence and climbed faster. Before I could even comprehend it, I was at the top of the course. I silently cheered for myself and I couldn’t wipe the big smile off of my face. I couldn’t believe that I had actually climbed all the way to the top.

So, we set off for the campsite in Glen Nevis where we would stay for the weekend. Only a five minute drive from the starting point of the Ben Nevis ascent. It was a beautiful campsite with extraordinary views and lovely people. However, even though Beautiful, it may have been, but the midges were horrendous. I was red raw from the vast amount of bites. The insect repellent obviously wasn’t doing its job. I also felt quite anxious about the climb, but my dad reassured me that I could achieve anything in life if I put the effort in. Sleep eluded me that night. Too many thoughts whizzing through my head like fireworks exploding in my head. My nerves were

I can feel all of my intestines tangled up inside of me. I start taking smaller steps as I approach the rusty iron gates of my school, Paravel Academy. My best friend Bryce was waiting for me at the entrance with a huge smile. He pushed his blonde hair out of his face as he looked down at me in a familiar way. Our friendship has been through many hard times but we really connected when our dads died. They were on a mission to save us from our strict government- until we received the phone call. Ever since then, everyone looks at us as if we were crazy or if we are going to disappear next. Our fathers’ memory had brought us closer than ever. Although we both are only children, Bryce is the sibling I never had. We have each other more than anything.

Hiking to the top of Black Mountain is not an easy hike. The trail is plagued with boulders, slippery rocks, and a steep incline, which makes the hike feel like walking up an infinite flight of stairs. However, the pain in my thighs and the burning in my lungs is a small price to pay to experience the summit of Black Mountain. My first experience with Black Mountain’s summit occurred when I was only five years old. My aunt used to be a hiking fanatic, and she loved to take me on new hikes that she discovered. When my aunt and I reached the summit of Black Mountain for the first time, I was captivated by the place. My captivation has continued throughout the years. The summit of Black Mountain is captivating because of its environment, view, and weather.