Personal Narrative: The Trail

I stopped my run and began to waddle back and forth on the trail. My legs give out, my knees collapse under me and I fall onto the soft piles of snow on either side of the trail. The long beautiful trees dripping with snow looked like they came out of a fairy tale, the beauty was almost unrealistic. My eyes drift close and my body shuts down from the cold. Just before my eyes are completely shut I see the creature running across the trail its very hairy and has a long

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. My Mom was talking the whole way down the trail it got annoying fast, but I just kept walking with no smart remarks. We came upon where the trail splits into two roads and didn’t know which one take. “This looks familiar”

walked and could not find the trail I was supposed to be on. It was starting to get dark now. I had a backpack with some items in it, but I was not prepared for this. I decided that I needed to find some shelter, because I was not going to find my way down tonight. I walked until I found a set of rocks that I could lie underneath to get out of the wind and snow a little bit. I did have some matches, so I found some logs close by and started a fire. The wind and the snow were not going to let

For as long as I could remember, a trail of blood always seemed to follow me. It starts when some punk kid picks on me, the next week or so, they die. Most blame me, the police accused me. No matter where I would go, the killings follow me. Nobody wanted a girl like me around, I wouldn't blame them. I wouldn't be around me anyway. At least at home, I wouldn't get bullied, no more killings. That was until my mother suddenly decided to pack up and have the two of us move from our home, and making me

alluring opportunities to witness nature, such as local trails and protected woods, but even a peaceful park or a backyard pond can produce such a feeling. As for me, I enjoy hiking the Appalachian Trail, the longest national park and a 2,200 mile stretch of elegant woodlands. From the summer of 2013, my father and I have established a tradition of taking two or three days to hike twenty mile sections of the trail. Though hiking the whole trail is unrealistic, the trips are most significant to me as

along the most difficult part of the Foothills Trail. This was our first backpacking trip, and I had a feeling that we were vastly unprepared for the task which was at hand. On the trail side was a sign which read: “Table Rock State Park-14.0 Miles”. We trekked along the narrow path, which was in many parts still densely covered in leaves from the past fall. Although it was mid-spring, the trees were still bare and we still wore our sweaters. The trail was steep and winding, and there was not much

Buffalo Trails Scout Ranch It was my first weekend of working at BTSR, a boy-scout ranch nestled in the treacherous beauty of the Davis Mountains of west Texas, and the first real break anyone had had all week. The previous week had been staff week, the time set aside at the beginning of summer to get the camp set up for scouts and to train any new staff members (myself included), and we were all pretty worn out. I found myself at one of the picnic tables outside the mess hall, the central hub

"He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances." Day had broken cold and gray, exceedingly cold and gray, when the man turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed the high earthbank, where a dim and little-travelled trail led eastward through the fat spruce timberland. It was a steep bank, and he paused for breath at the top, excusing the act to himself by looking at his watch. It was nine o'clock. There was no sun nor hint of sun, though

friend Chris were riding our bikes and ally of the sudden a loud sound like a train and all of the sudden my vision went black and my body went static. As I got up from the ground and made my way up a knotty trail leading to the way out of the ditch where I layed .As I reached the end of the trail I came upon a horrific display the ground was drenched in fire and parts scattered everywhere , apparently from two trains colliding both being obliterated by the impact of the collision.Searching for my

As we took our first steps on the trail we had know idea that we would have walked ten miles total. It was all uphill and made of dirt. We had to cross rivers and watch out for rattlesnakes and buffalo. This would be one of the hardest hikes we did. It was tiring and hot. The heat waves in the distance seemed to make it feel hotter. As we kept going we arrived to our first obstacle. It was a cold night that night. The tent I had was small and I could barely fit in it. It stormed pretty bad. Mother