The Smoky Mountains: A Short Story

When I crossed by the snow covered sign that read “Welcome to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness National Park” and looked at what surrounded me, I was beside myself. I didn’t know that trees could ever be so beautiful. The towering trees were the perfect shade of dark emerald green, and the way the snow piled on them looked like painting. I thought I was living a fairytale. It was the most beautiful sight I have ever laid eyes on.

My eyes peeled open slowly and the bright sunlight flooded into my eyes, blinding me. I heard the sound of running water and felt the cold breeze flow over my body. I looked out of my hammock and in front of me was a beautiful waterfall and several towering, bright green trees. My friends whom were with me shortly awoke and we packed our things and set off on our first true day of hiking in the Appalachian mountains.

The story of Horace Kephart started in a library. He was trained as a librarian, but wanted to be a great author. He eventually became known as the most important father of the Great Smoky Mountain National Park. He was called this because he contributed to the creation of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park more than almost anyone else! He had a little taste for adventure, and wanted to see, and do new things. The only thing standing in his way: was his drinking problem. He would drink and drink and drink. He would get as drunk as a squirrel that managed to get its paws on some fermented berries! He was getting farther and farther away from his family each day. He eventually decided to “sojourn” to the Hazel Creek watershed area to recuperate.

Today is the first day of my trek through the magical kingdom of the Great Smoky Mountains. I have just entered the Smoky Mountains National Park. It has been a tough road, but I have finally made it here. I can see such a beautiful view here; it seems like heaven for North Carolina and Tennessee. Although I feel the need to just stop and stare, I own little time to waste at the moment. I need to recover, and I feel that I also might need some medical attention.

Naturally historic, beautiful and entertaining, the Appalachian Mountains have long represented a place where life could be lived simply. It is a different lifestyle with its own charm. It is a place where time seems to slow down, and where no population has perfected the skills quite like the friendly people of these storied mountains.

The scenes journey along the Appalachian Trail captures the true magnificence and greatness of the eastern U.S. of wilderness. Starting in the Deep South at the foothills of the smoky mountains, this journey overwhelms one with southern beauty while also making one experience the South’s legendary simplicity and retreat from the urban gridlock of modern society. The Appalachian Trail’s scenery attracts many people from all over the world to witness it for them. Causing many people to come with their families and possibly volunteer.

The Great Smoky Mountains National Park is over 800-square miles of mountain wilderness that is federally owned and managed by the National Park Service. The park is divided almost evenly between the states of North Carolina and Tennessee. This park is just one of the United States fifty-nine national parks and it was established on June 15, 1934. There are several things that make this park unique including the terrain, wildlife and vegetation.

Then That's when the anxiety kicked in. As the creaky cart started to go up the tracks creek creek as the cart went up. I kept my eyes open as I watched us go up. Once we reached the top I could see the beautiful day and the bright white clouds and the… aww as the cart went down, the cart was going so fast It was like I was flying a 100 miles per hour. All I could hear were screams of everyone and myself but mostly myself. Once we went down the big drop it was not that bad, I couldn't believe that I survived the drop that was normally the part I cried on. After the big drop we went in a big circle as it headed for the little drop we went down in the big circle as I had my hands up feeling free like a bird. Then the little drop hit you could hear the cart starting to speed up on the tracks again and I said “woh” and then the cart started slowing down again as we reached the station. We all clapped and said We SURVIVED! Once we exited the cart with are legs numb from all that excitement and impact we headed down to get some drinks and to discuss which to ride next, and that was the time I survived Six

This is my research paper over the Smokey Mountains, which are located in Tennessee and part of North Carolina. One interesting fact about the Smokey Mountains is that it is the nation's busiest park, that draws more than nine million visitors a year, twice the number of any other national park. What most of the millions of people that visit usually see is the park from a mountain-skimming highway that, on a normal weekend day during the summer, draws over 50,000 people.

One summer day in July , Me and my friend Carol went to an amusement park called Cedar Point . Cedar Point is located in Sandusky , Ohio and two and a half hours away . My mom and me wanted to go on a ride called the Maverick . The Maverick is Cedar Point’s steepest roller coaster and its speed is 70 miles per hour . The Maverick also has a 95 degree drop ! Then we went in line and waited for about an hour and a half . It was about eleven o'clock when we got close to the front of the line . When we finally got to the roller coaster I regretted going on because it was very dark and I couldn't see where the drop was and I don’t like steep roller coasters . Because of that me and Carol where panicking the whole way up . As soon as we got to the

Just this past summer, under the hot, and sticky sun, we pushed our car to the limit, on our 1,000 mile journey to the Rocky Mountains in Colorado, although in actuality we might have pushed our fears to the absolute limit. Flipping through the Colorado vacation brochure proved to have posed some interesting vacation destinations, such as "Big Bear Lake" and Trail Ridge Road. With the intent to get high in the sky, our family headed out the next morning to Trail Ridge Road, which is a road that takes you up to a staggering height of 12,000 feet. Although optimistic, we imagined of the vast fields of green, the glacier-topped mountains, and the valleys that undertake the them. As we climbed up to the peak, it seemed apparent that there

Have you ever had a place that you are dreaming and you want to go there one day when you do not have a money obligation. In my dream, I want to go to the smoky mountain at the Tennessee United States. Smoky mountain has a different kinds of animals, high mountain, fresh air and water. For this reason, I wish one day I can go to visit there and taking a vacation.

The fact invariably stated about Great Smoky is this: It is the nation's busiest park, drawing more than nine million visitors a year, twice the number of any other national park. Most of the millions see the park from a mountain-skimming scenic highway that, on a typical weekend day during the summer, draws 60,000 people, bumper-to-bumper.

My dad had to stay home for work that weekend, so we said our goodbyes and waved as we pulled out of the driveway onto Cermak road. I looked at the GPS and it predicted a 5 hour car drive. I was not excited whatsoever for this because I do not like long car rides, but I knew that I had plenty of homework to do to keep myself busy. My sister put her headphones in and began to take a nap while I took my IPad out and began to work on the Biology project. I sat for about an hour editing and finalizing the video my group had created about the grassland biome. Then, I began to read my English literature circle book, Life of Pi. It began getting dark very quickly. After about a half hour of reading and annotating, I could not even see the pages anymore. I gave up on doing the rest of my homework, so I put my headphones on and turned on my Spotify Daily Mix to listen to the rest of the way there. I watched the landscape change from the oak brown forests in Illinois to endless farmlands in Indiana to the magnificent Lake Erie in Michigan. We took a narrow steel bridge over Lake Erie to get to Grosse Isle, Michigan. Once we crossed the bridge, we continued on the main road until it ran into Maise Court. My mom pulled up into the driveway and my friends, Josie and Allie, were already waiting there to greet us with their new dog

The Cumberland Plateau, a great jut of rock that stands at the foot of the Appalachian mountain range, tops out at 3,000 feet. The homes that rest along its knobby, heavily forested spine are sparse and rural. I stood on the open porch of my dad’s back yard, letting the ice wind cocoon me and soak into my bones. I love the winter in Tennessee. The air is clean and crisp in a way that it could never be in the warm, salty environment of my south Alabama home. My daughter, four years old and thickly wrapped in her own cocoon of winter coat, long-sleeve shirts and thermals, is holding my leg as if the wind will snatch her from me and carry her north and north to a place where the winds never cease. Alivia has always been uneasy on windy days. Her