Personal Narrative-Hiker

When you parents tell you not to do something do you just do it anyways. Well I do and this time I think I learnt my lesson. It all started on a normal Saturday and we were gonna go on a hike, but none of us wanted to go somewhere so we just did it at home. We got our bags and water ready and busted for the trail. I thought it was gonna be a normal day and we would all have fun, but I got proved wrong. The trail itself is about three miles and a couple of extra steps,but with the surprise we only walked a mile of it.

    When I was around 6 or 7 years old, my family decided to go to Yosemite National Park over the summer. We went on Saturday and during the morning so we could get there early. After about 30 minutes on the road, we stopped at a resting area. We ate there for about 15 minutes and used the restroom. My dad told us that if we wanted to get there early, we had to go right then. My family and I were back on the road and arrived there in 2 hours. I slept the whole way so I couldn't watch the environment as we passed by. When we got there, we entered the park and ate. I was so excited that I ran ahead of my family. I could feel the cool breeze and smell the fresh tree like scent as I ran. My brother asked if we could split into groups and my dad agreed. We split into groups and we started our adventure. I was with my grandma and my sister. The other group was my dad, my mom, and my brother. We also decided to meet at the a certain point at sunset.

My names Linn and i’m 24 years old, this morning my husband gave me some horrible and good news. The bad news is that our family is going on the Oregon trail and that means we're leaving Illinois, where I grew up my whole life and our family dog, but the good news he said about going on the Oregon trail is that when we get to our destination we're gonna have a lot more farm land. Today we're gonna try and find a wagon. We went to our friends house to see if the have a wagon we can use and it happens that the do it's a Prairie Schooner and they gave it to us for a lower price than what they wanted it for. We hooked our horse up to the wagon and we were on our way back home. When we got home, we automatically started to pack. My husband James, who is 25 years old

Riding along the Oregon Trail can be treacherous, risky, and at times perilous. Some aspects that make it so dangerous are: hunger, disease, suicide, a broken wagon, falling out of the wagon and getting run over by the wheels, Indians attacking, and … storms. Believe it or not , storms cause substantial amounts of trouble. I am fortunate enough to say, I, Dahlia Clark, lived to tell about it.

My heart pounded against my ribs. My throat was dry, but I had no one to talk to through the harrowing experience that I had just endured. My backpack not only weighed down my body, but also my morale. I looked around, but there was nobody in sight. Purposefully twisted metal and bright green trees encompassed me. I knew where I was. But I was lost.

One dark, Stormy August night on my deer lease in the area of Newhope, Ar I risked my life walking back from my four wheeler to my cabin. From my cabin to my four wheeler was a good three miles or so. This night I risked my life, and it could have been gruesome.

Where were my team? Were they dead, like Spy? Was I the only one left? I felt nauseous, all these thoughts flooding me weren’t helping my situation. The enemy was calling my name, he would find me and he would kill me.

The sound of screaming and swords clashing outside jolted me awake. I found myself pressed against the wall, sword and shield both in hand. The thane shouted commands to destroy everything in sight. With that, the sound of death was on the other side of the wall. I heard my mother’s screams become instantly silent. An army man shouted, “One down! The other cannot be found, sir.” My stomach became knotted as I thought of my mother, lying on the ground with no hope of waking up. I should have burst through the wooden door, swinging my sword in every direction until I heard the last breath of each Rine there. Instead, I sank to my knees and wept as I listened to the Comitatus invading my home. I waited for the thanes to come here and kill me as they did my mother. My father had managed to escape, but there is no way he could save me. However, I knew he did not care to anyways. The sound of men approaching the door took my breath away. My sobbing became uncontrollable. I heard the wooden door creek open, as I sank deeper and deeper into the dirt beneath me. A feeling of helplessness over took me. My life was over. The Rines had a mission to kill everything they saw, and I knew they saw me. One officer yelled,

Ever heard of the Appalachian trail, it’s 2,000 miles of wildness stretched of all you see.

Last year I started a new sport, cross country. I only did it because my lacrosse coach said that it might help me get better for lacrosse. So I went to the first late summer practice last year to see what this was like, so then we did warm-ups and a lap around the track. Then it was the first time I met coach Chase, My first impression of him was going to be very strict, But soon realized that this was false because of one of the first things he said. He said “I know there are a lot of nerves here right now, but cross country isn’t about winning every race, that comes later” then continued with “Cross country is about showing what you can do to yourself.” This struck me very hard because I was not that fast and was near the back. Through that fall the team did very well, I also made some progress myself. After the season was over I made a decision.

We greeted each other with kind respect. We met on the trail when his wagon broke. I offer to help Curtis Mick Colloni with his wagon. We exchange each other name and we left. I knew he was a skilled doctor and he he would I left the place and I ask Curtis if he would like travel together. As I was walking, I saw Hunter. I ran up to him and greeted him. I met Hunter Norm Cline during the trail when it block by a log. There was a lot of people and together, Hunter organized the group to pull the log. I ask if he would like to join me on the way to Oregon. He said he had 2 other family going on the trail and ask if I would join. He also mentioned that he was the leader of the group. I merge with the group and together we form a wagon

You have two nieces, it's really nice. Kids are amazing and innocent. One of my friends live in Hopkinton, he has an 18months old daughter. She is really cute, sometimes I visit him just to play with the kiddo :) Syracuse is not very far, it's really nice to have family close by. Do your parents live close your brother?

I walked into an old house and found a couch inside, I decided that would be where I slept. A few more hours passed and it was night time, I got comfy on the couch and tried to sleep. I started to fall into a dream when I heard a few sounds outside, I got up and grabbed the rifle I picked up earlier. I crept to the window making no sound at all, I peeked my head around and could see a group of men with some guns and a car, I watched for a few minutes. They had army gear on and some of the men had lab coats on, I suddenly realized they were like the people in the vaults, I had to find out what was going on. I grabbed all my stuff and waited, they were going through a few bigger places for supplies, they got what they needed and started to leave. I let them get a little bit ahead of me before starting to follow them, I stayed in the darkness behind things, to not get caught. They drove slowly for about an hour, they went into a bigger city and I followed them, curious where they were going. They drove for a few blocks more and stopped in front of a garage, a few of them got out and looked around to see if anyone was watching, they couldn’t see me. They finally opened the garage and I saw a nice place, it had a lot of supplies and other things inside. I ran towards the garage and they saw me approaching, they lifted their guns at me, “who are

My heart was thumping heavily, as the bus took a turn towards the mountains. I didn’t know why I had agreed, but it was too late to turn back.

Me and my family were traveling to Glacier Park, Canada. I have never been outside of my country so I was really excited. While we were there we hiked up glaciers, mountains and in the woods. It was beautiful and not as hot as California. As a last minute decision we decided to visit the Royal Tyrrell Museum of Paleontology, the 4th best dinosaur museum in the world. I learned that life won’t give you everything, you have to search for it.