Trails of exhaust were propelled out of every single car in the bumper to bumper traffic, making the recirculation button a necessity. The dull roar of hundreds of people walking, talking, shouting, and blaring their car horns gradually blended into one unpleasant, continuous track that I was forced to listen to. Litter and cigarette butts pooled around gutters and lined the curbs, so I redirected my gaze upwards at the towering skyscrapers. I liked the view, so long as I kept my eyes above street level, and I supposed I liked the city, so long as I did not breathe in too deeply. I tried to appreciate nicer aspects of the busy city, but where I really wanted to be, was hiking somewhere in the mountains. Although it may seem illogical, my love for hiking started before I could even walk. When I was still quite young, I remember being put into a child carrier on my dad’s back, my head bobbing in rhythm to his steps. I am told that sitting in that backpack is the quietest I had ever been, as I was enraptured by the passing trees give way to the sunny slopes of the alpine. Upon learning how to walk, I began to pester my parents to free me from the prison that was the child carrier, and ever since then, hiking has become one of my favorite hobbies. Hiking gives me a sense of accomplishment and provides me with a place that I can find peace from the literal and metaphorical noise in my life. My parents have fostered my love for hiking and nature, by bringing me on vacation every year to hike for at least two weeks. In the Austrian Alps, tall and jagged cliffs rise out of the ground, towering over bustling towns lying on the valley floor. In Iceland, the rhyolite mountains are colored shades of red, golden yellow, and pink, and nestled between the mountains are large, sweeping, raven-black lava fields. The impressive mountains in Utah are accompanied by a lush canopy of greenery that slowly peters out as the mountains grow in height. In the spring and summer, the greenery is widespread and the skies are blue. Come fall, the mountains seem to be lit up with the magical colors of burnt sienna, fiery orange, crimson red, and bright yellow. In the winter, the skies are stormy grey, the mountains covered in a thick
Amidst the swirling ripple of faceless people meandering around fire hydrants, pedestrian signs, and ragged newspaper stands, he stood; embedded within the relentless stream of continuous people trickling by him. The occasional nudge threatened to dislodge his balance as he gazed across the road where two buildings laden by carmine shaded bricks separated. The same two buildings he walked directly pass early in the dewy morning and late in the brisk evening weather everyday for the past two decades. Surely he knew every wondering power line and dimly lit alley of the surrounding neighborhood? Yet something glimmered from in between the impossibly small gap separating the buildings. His conscious turned from thought to action as he leapt from the scuffed curb and into the high voltage current of traffic without a second
September 2, 2015Hiking HydrationHomeHiking DestinationsHiking Zion National Park TrailsAug 30, 20150 10Hiking Zion National Park gives access to a variety of scenic trails at different levels for some of the most rewarding hiking experiences.
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
Hi, I am Jacklyn. I am a big fan of nature environment, such as: forest, waterfall and beach. Therefore, I love to hiking in my free time. Hiking is a great choice for people who appreciate wilderness and those who need a short break from their busy life. In the nature environment, I will always find some rare rocks, plants and even some wildlife sometimes; it’s actually very exciting for a moment. Personally, I consider hiking is a temporary escape from reality to me.
The journey towards the mountain follows one of three secluded roads. Shrouded by a city of trees, glimpses of the prestigious peak are rare and at points it feels as if you are in a world apart from our own. As you get closer the trees change from resembling street lamps to mirroring skyscrapers. But the true majesty of the area cannot be experienced from a vehicle. When you leave your transportation you are immediately assaulted by the fresh air, clean and crisp. It instantly makes you forget what city air is like. Staring out into the untrimmed wilds, the sounds of nature slowly fill your ears and replace the song
It has also brought me closer together with my family and friends through support, kindness, and conversation. Being in the outdoors and participating in hiking has also molded my character. It has taught me to be focused, driven, and dedicated; not just during a hike, but during anytime in life that I may be pursuing a dream or goal. I feel very blessed to have grown up in a family who has created many pleasant memories in the wilderness. Hiking is a lifestyle for me now and it’s taught me so many important life lessons without me even noticing. I’m glad I’ve had so many wonderful experiences in nature and I know that I will continue this tradition with my father for many years to come, because there’s still many more miles to go and more adventures to chase
The ruckus from the bottom of the truck is unbearable, because of the noise and excessive shaking. As we slowly climbed the mountain road to reach our lovely cabin, it seemed almost impossible to reach the top, but every time we reached it safely. The rocks and deep potholes shook the truck and the people in it, like a paint mixer. Every window in the truck was rolled down so we could have some leverage to hold on and not loose our grip we needed so greatly. The fresh clean mountain air entered the truck; it smelt as if we were lost: nowhere close to home. It was a feeling of relief to get away from all the problems at home. The road was deeply covered with huge pines and baby aspen trees. Closely examining the
It is amazing how some experiences stay so crisp in my memory, that if I were to close my eyes, I could almost swear that I was there right at that moment. It's as if my body can almost taste the sweet air, feel the cold, wet breeze on my skin, and recall the scent of the pine trees towering above our heads. Hiking in Payson, Arizona, after a snow storm is one of the best places I have ever visited in order to collect one of these memories. Payson is a great place to take the family dog hiking, but also you will be able to appreciate the beautiful landscape Payson has to offer, with it being conveniently located just a brief drive from the sweltering heat of the Desert Valley.
Over the summer, my family and I drove up to Maine in order to visit my grandpa and relax. For the past couple of years, my dad and I have planned a few days to go hiking. We got into hiking a couple of years ago when we first discovered Tumbledown Mountain. After our first hike together, we were entranced by the beauty of nature and peacefulness that we were eager to plan more. This became a tradition because my dad and I rarely get to spend a lot of time together due to our busy schedules.
We humans are social animals. We normally prefer others around us and enjoy sharing experiences with others. In some situations, some of us like to experience the world alone. If the empty, open trail beckons you, then solo hiking might be what you’re looking for. There may be potential consequences when solo hiking which you need to be prepared to deal such as being prepared for solo hiking, and the dangers of solo hiking.
The sounds of the city penetrated the walls of the cab as we drove through the streets of Manhattan. I could hardly wait to partake in the action that was happening outside. The buildings themselves were an amazing site to behold. The buildings took on personalities of their own. Each building was bigger and more graceful than the next. When lights were added to the mix it was a dazzling combination. The city itself felt like a great big hug, and I felt overwhelmed by its power. The city allowed me to become part of it just like many others many years ago who immigrated to this awesome city. As I was looking out of the cab I finally got to see in person the sight of all sights; Times Square. The main juncture of
I looked up at the morning sky painted in hues of purple and pink. The crisp air tickled at my nose. I stood in front of the open passenger door of the truck while waiting for Jacob to give me further instructions. I found Jacob on one of those mountain-climbing adventure websites. He had the highest rating of all the Mountaineers featured.
There is a relaxing feel of the mountains making it perfect for letting the stress disappear and peace to find its way to one’s soul. There are many people who love the mountains and live in them, but there is so much space that they hardly ever see each other. Less people means that there is less judgement by them, which means there is more freedom to be the person wanted to be without worry about that pesky inner critic. For someone who is not very social and has anxiety whenever I have to talk to another human, the mountains are the perfect place to get away from all of that and be the most relaxed. I love the homey feel and peaceful atmosphere. There are no noisy neighbors or loud machines building skyscrapers, there is a quiet chirping bird sitting on the window sill, a soft, cool breeze rustling the tree leaves,
“We have no money, so quit your complaining! It’s only a six mile walk!” My mom screamed at me three hours before my dentist appointment. My family doesn’t have any money to fill the car with gas, so we have to walk everywhere. But not only didn’t we have the money, but this town has no gas station, so filling it up would require us to drive 45 miles, which makes the trip even more expensive. I wish this town had more to it, then it would make my long walks around town more enjoyable, and I wouldn’t have to feel so nervous walking around.
Walking through the trail full of mud and leaves always made me think about my life. It was always there when I needed to walk and get things off my mind. Looking around watching the leaves fall off tree after tree flying like butterflies, all different colors. When they stopped, they immediately died and they were not coming back alive again. Piled leaves filled up under trees and children ran and jumped on them like they were pillows. These trees tripled the height of humans with numerous branches holding hundreds of leaves. While walking the river flows and it is such a beautiful view with the sun shining right off of it. The ducks and little birds chirping and floating through the smooth water puts a joy to my face.