Personal Narrative: The Trail In The Amicalola Fall

After an eight hour drive we finally made it to Yosemite National Park. We were minutes away from starting our camping adventure and none of us could hold in our excitement. As we pulled into the parking lot we instantly noticed that the whole place was completely abandoned. We were puzzled as to why the park was closed. Annabelle was the first one to break the silence. She turned to Wyatt and said, “there is no way in hell that I’m leaving this place without going camping.” The furious look on her face made us realize that she would be impossible to reason with. Wyatt tried explaining to her that it might not be safe to camp at a deserted park but she grabbed her backpack and marched over to the fence. She promptly threw her gear over the fence

My career goal in the next 10-15 years is to have a badass job that not only brings out my love for firefighting, but also my desire and dedication to make a positive change in the wildland fire industry. To Help and make a difference in the wildland urban interface would be an amazing feat in my career goals.

Crammed in a 1992 Ford truck that is supposed to seat three people, my brother, sister, dad, and I surprisingly arrived at my dad’s favorite park; it just happened to be over an hour away. This mini trek felt as if it lasted for hours. At first, I dreaded piling up to listen to my family complain about having each others’ elbows touching for more time than I would have liked. I soon discovered the uncomfortable ride would be worth it. Once we reached the winding road where we significantly decreased our speed from the highway, my siblings and I grew with excitement to finally be able to stretch our legs and go hiking. We unloaded the truck to spend a couple hours at what we called Great Falls Park.

The cold air brushing up against my bare skin, the soft flakes of snow landing on top of my head. "must keep going" I thought, "just keep going". My vision was beginning to get blurry, white patches began to show up on the bottom of my feet. The blurriness was getting so bad 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

During the summer my girlfriend and I went to Turner Falls for 4th of July. When we arrived at Turner Falls we noticed they weren’t letting people in because it was packed. Luckily my aunt had rented a cabin by the entrance and we got to stay with them. Around 6 in the morning, they started letting more people in so I got the car and I sped to get in line. When I was speeding it was raining awfully bad. That caused Mari to get on to me because I was being “scandalous” and could have caused a wreck.

If I could spend one day in a foreign setting, it would without question be in the American Old West. Living then would be gratifying because I appreciate how people worked within the community. Examples of this include judges, merchants, and farmers. Preferably, I would be a law enforcer experiencing threats people faced in addition to everyday life. Although I would physically be there, I would obligate myself to bring my current values to the table. Among these are respecting the Native Americans and embracing their skills, and pushing for a society where women are allowed to make lasting contributions. Equally crucial, I would address the sin of slavery. Moreover, staying true to oneself alone isn't enough; one must expose themselves

My shorts and tee shirt did little to protect me from the chilly air of March.   It seemed as though winter did not want to change into spring quite yet. Allison and I patiently waited in the never ending line for the log ride at Silver Dollar City.  We had traveled a couple hours from Edmond, Oklahoma to Branson, Missouri for Spring Break. The log ride was something I talked Allison into doing, the possibility of rafting through the waters too enticing.  As we slowly made our way to the beginning of the line, the ride instructor helped us into the log ride not before chastising the children before us not rock the ride. Slowly the log ride gained momentum down the watery track, after winds and turns we were nearing the top of the ride.

We are going to Georgia for summer, we are going to go to Amicalola Falls. I live in New York City so i am not used to Georgia. When I got there it was late outside sso we had a fire with my cousin and my uncle an aunt.

Two months later Rachel had a little girl, Ava. She was beautiful, born with a full head of dark hair just like her mother. Noah had been overwhelmed by the sight of her that he had fainted. Luckily, Logan had been there to keep him up before he passed out in the delivery room.

Name of public land visited – I visited Clifty Falls State Park located in Madison, Indiana.

Since Holly’s commitment to climb Mount Adams, she has hiked the Meadowdale Beach trail a time or two, and commenced in a solo jaunt up to Goose Rock near Deception Pass. She made the choice to hike Wallace Falls as our first initial training hike together. Coincidentally, Wallace Falls happened to be my first initial training hike with Tim Hensley back in March of 2011 when training for my first summit climb, Mount Baker.

My hands began to shake as my eyes shifted away from the open boxes revealing packages of pink flesh. I hated blood and everything associated with it: veins, muscles, flesh, and the raw meat that was now staring up at me. I’m not a vegetarian, but rather a knowing, ignorant omnivore. My hand equipped with a sharpie, I took a deep breath and began marking and sorting the donated meat products that would have otherwise been thrown away.

Fall is in full swing here in Kansas. The leaves have changed colors, the nights are crisp, and the days have a brisk chill. This is a whole new experience for me. Growing up in California our seasons consisted of cool summer and hot summer which could vary day to day, all year long. I have never experienced a true season of fall until now. Since the day I first noticed the trees beginning to change I found myself completely mesmerized by it all. As each passing day would become a bit more cold the leaves would change more and more and eventually let go of the tree. In a way I couldn't help but relate to what I watched the tree going through.

It all started on a sunday evening in Germantown, Tennessee in the Smith’s residence. The Smith family was having a nice family dinner when Ethan Smith the father of two 13 year old boys put out the idea of going on a vacation. Ethan said to the boys, “You know your mother and I have been thinking and we have decided to go Colorado and rent a cabin next week.” The two boys were wondering why they weren’t going down to florida as they have done for the past 9 years in a row. So Jimmy asked that question to his parents, “Dad why aren’t we going down to Florida this year.” Ethan replied, “Well son we have done that to many years in a row and I want something new. Jimmy and Cooper our flight leaves tomorrow so you both better start packing.” Jimmy

Dizzy felt the heat rolling off of Fallen, and despite it being nothing but a dream she welcomed it. Her hands brushed over the back of his shoulders as he tried to catch up with what was happening. She was sure he didn't realize it was a dream just yet, and part of her wondered if she should even tell him. Then again she had wondered about his dreams once before tonight, but that didn't mean it would click with him now.