I always wanted to be significant. I thought that my importance was what measured my worth. I burdened myself with the expectation of a legacy that would not be forgotten. Although I never dreamed of leading a nation or being the pinnacle of a movement, I new that I wanted to mean something. But what if, against all odds, significance does not matter? The longest night of my life empowered me with the knowledge of my insignificance. One year ago, I embarked on a week long expedition in the Mojave Desert of California. On the third day of the trip I decided to spend the night completely alone. As the sky burned with vibrant orange of the setting sun, I left my group with optimism and the prospect of adventure. The landscape was stark and unforgiving and without light my progress was slow. The further I went, the less I recognized but my stubborn resolve outweighed by intuition to turn back. As the sky continued to darken, the temperature dropped. The terrain only grew more challenging and my confidence completely vanished. I was lost. …show more content…
My determination to accomplish some great endeavor was undermined by my reality. I was overcome by frustration and an overwhelming feeling of defeat. I found myself staring up at the stars. The ranging thoughts in my head ceased. I breathed in the cold air as an almost tangible silence settled around me. In that moment, I knew I was going to be ok. I climbed into my sleeping bag and watched the vast desert sky. I lay awake as the night faded and I found myself immersed in stark
It had looked so far away it was hard to believe I would be on top of it in a few days. Besides in the campsites, we only saw one other group of people during the entire 12 day trek and the only human sounds were our own. Each camp was an island of civilization in a great sea of wilderness, and a wonderful solace to end the day’s hike.
We went to southwestern Colorado to learn more about the history of the Anasazi Indians. The amalgamation of tribes which lived thousands of years ago in the American Southwest. We had brought along a minimum amount of cash (approximately $150.00 each). Because we were going to spend only one night in a motel and camp during the rest of the trip. We hiked many miles. Covering closes to twenty miles a day. Our entire club began to get tired and irritated on the third day. But the rewards were worth the effort. Although our trek was long and arduous. I will never forget the sight of the Mesa Verde cliff dwellings in the early morning sunlight on June
This past summer my family went on a vacation out west to Zion National Park, Utah. In Zion, we saw many amazing things, but nothing could compare to our trip to the top of Angel's Landing. The morning of our hike we were scheduled to leave our hotel by six o’clock. It was cold and foggy and all I had on was a pair of shorts, a tank top, and my new black hiking sandals; nonetheless, I was freezing. When we finally got to the shuttle bus stop there were very few people there. On the shuttle bus ride, my anxiety about going on this hike was growing even more.
This dire struggle that had driven away Dr. Tussell's manners was our climbing out of the Grand Canyon. We, a band of thirteen students and two teachers, had undertaken a treacherous descent into the company of revered, painted walls and beautiful, unseen cultures. In spite of the season, our February trek was accompanied by a torpid heat much like falling asleep on a tanning bed––not quite
Life can be pretty stressful, and at times I feel the need to escape. When life’s pressures build to a critical mass my favorite place to go is Collier Township’s Panhandle trail, with its long hiking, and bike riding path, the more secluded hiking trails set deep in the woods, and fossil cliff it’s the ideal place to escape this mad mad world. I begin my journey at the start of the trail that stretches from Pittsburgh to Washington DC. The sound of tiny stones crunch under my feet as I walk, birds fly through a vibrant blue sky, and come to rest perched high in the trees that frame the walking, and bike trail. I continue down the trail for a quarter of a mile reading the small signs placed on the edge of the path set there to inform you of
I just set out on my great Alaskan adventure. This may not be my first day in Alaska but this definitely the start of my true adventure. I am alone out here. The only other living creatures here are the animals. I have prepared for this. I know I am ready. After leaving the last man who I hitchhiked with I set out on the trail. He offered me a sandwich that I am currently eating while sitting here and contemplating my surroundings. The land is vast and the stampede trail seems almost never ending. It is cold but not unbearable so. I plan to forage for dinner using my guides to find edible plants and berries. This may be my last big adventure I take on. The reason for that may be my own choice or the choice of nature. Things look good at the moment and I do not see a reason for that to change. I don’t get lonely easily and I don’t particular seek out human companionship, but I do feel as if I may start to miss some of the people who I have come to be attached to
There are many 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 a chance to hike, forgetting about homework, extracurricular activities, and other stressors. Admittedly, I am always reluctant to believe that climbing up rocky mountains with a twenty-five pound backpack will is a form of relief, but somehow, it always is. We typically sleep in hammocks, which allows
If you ever get a chance to visit Chaco Canyon National Monument in New Mexico, you should take the time to just stand in the desert and listen. The silence in this place is physical; you can feel it surround you. This is a silence with depth and layers that are unbroken even by the wind, which moves through emptiness and speaks only in occasional sighs through the canyons. The air itself is very clear—the lack of humidity gives the cliffs and buttes sharp lines, and the colors of the earth, though muted, stand in stark relief to the blueness of the sky. Night comes gradually to this place. The height and dryness of the air allows the stars to appear before the sun has set—creating an odd
So we packed our bags and embarked on an unforgettable road trip. The first leg of this journey was through familiar California towns, palms trees and windmills. But once we entered Arizona, the landscape started to change into stark rock formations and rare lonely bushes here and there. And to complete our desert experience, we encountered a ferocious sand storm.
Depression placed a dark brooding shadow over my mind. I was weighed down, oppressed by the burden of having to carry on with life. In my mind, there was a crushing sense of hopelessness that I have never felt before. The only therapy I found was taking that beautiful, freshly sharpened razor to my left arm. A sigh of relief departed me as I watched the bright red blood drip from my vein. The only burden I had was going to school and hiding my war scars. Each day, the darkness spread through me like cancer. My body withering away, I needed an escape route from this crucial disease. This all continued until the day I saw a light and the darkness began to fade
The effulgence of the sun evanesced away beneath the horizon as the monotonous darkness of night creeped in. Meanwhile I carried on my journey to apex. In a similar fashion, a month flew by. Success was close when fate decided to pour cold water in my plans.
For seven of our ten days, we hiked through the mountains of Philmont Scout Ranch, where any signal strength was rare. The fact that I wouldn’t be able to communicate with my family for much of the trip had me nervous to go. When I was there, I still couldn’t shake my anxiety. After a few days, I realized that dwelling on my homesickness was doing nothing but hurting me.
When I was a little girl I had never imagined flying or even becoming famous. I was just minding my own business until one year something had changed.
One night I was getting ready for bed I looked up into the sky, and along with the moon, the stars could be seen clearly right above my head. That was my last clear visual of this world before my euphoric life was shattered into pieces. I then awoke in a dark, icy-cold hospital room; the only light was coming from the corner of my which was from the room’s restroom. I was very
After racing down the mountain for a couple of hours I stayed to see the sunset. What I had missed all these years. The sunset to me was like paradise. As if I had jumped a portal and landed on the other side of the world. A place that I belonged. After years of isolation, of feeling without anything to do, with my life like a void, not having anything, I finally felt everything. I could feel the emotion in that place. All the memories, all the things I did. Those were good times, and I will never forget them, but then I came back to reality, and it 's that they will never come back. However I was there for a reason, I needed to complete my mission and my promise. Then, off into the distance, I saw two people. From the top of my lungs I shouted.