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Descriptive Essay About Hiking

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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

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