Narrative Essay On Mount Ebott

I just led us in a straight line,” Ben adamantly tried to explain. Then, a cacophony of twigs breaking and bushes rustling started in the distance ahead of them. The relaxed ambiance dropped suddenly. They stood there frozen from fear as the sounds began to move nearer and louder. Then all at once, they began running in the opposite direction they had been walking in, and went straight back to the bonfire to seek the comfort and protection of their family. When they got there, they saw no trace of their brothers or sisters. Each of their minds raced, just pleading for an answer to what had happened to the people they had depended on. Each of them came up with an idea of their

As Bill took his first step in the woods, he takes a deep breath soaking in the scent of oak and fresh ash. “far removed from the seats of strife”, not having a warm bed or hot meals even a full night rest. Knowing he had one abventure ahead for Bill and Kats. Both having to hike 16 miles everyday over rocks,trees, crossing ice cold rivers, and hearding the rain outside of thier tend and the roaring of the bears at night.

As we started along the trail, I worried about forgotten items and my decision to only bring one extra pair of socks. However, after a while, I became aware of a pair of birds chattering above me and the soft murmur of water trickling down a stream bed. After an hour of walking, the trail starts winding back on itself in a series of switchbacks. The chatter between my family members slows down, as we soon struggled to breathe from exhaustion. Sometimes I was hunched over so far from my load that I would stare at my rubber-toed boots and forget to look up at the majestic trees surrounding me.

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

The forest began to quiver with each syllable of breath, swaying in the affirmation of life. Greens danced, shaking the ashes into the wind, burying them as golden birds sang to their motion. The louder The Fallen’s cries, the louder The North became—as ever vibrant as she was before the darkness charred her skin. My eyes pressed against the soft light dawning over The Furies, seeping in the glory of the morning as if the darkness never was.

The region we had been traversing had recently been suffering severe drought, however we simply had to carry on through to our destination. We pitched camp to prepare for dusk at the foot of an arch-tree among a vast forest of similar structures, soaring kilometers high and as thick as the oak trees back home were tall.

“I pulled her to the nearest tree where she fell. I know I came this way, but I cannot see through the darkness,” the man explains, peeking through two branches growing on the same tree. “This path looks familiar,” he said, pointing passed the tree.

My throat had grown dry and each passing breath sent a blaze through me. The further I bolted into the forest, the more mystical and spellbinding it became. Huge roots painted a maze on the ground and the flora became thick and lush, forming an arch above my head. The forest reeked of age. The composting, organic fragrance rose up in

My shuffled jog catches on the roots of a tree and I’m hurled through the air. Sharply landing in a small clearing, I see William sitting and drinking from his canteen in a innocent state of bliss. Does he realize we’re lost? No one will miss us, I don’t suspect father even knew we were coming. I get up and strenuously crawl over to him, my muscles tight and aching. Silently he hands me the bottle, and I gulp down the remnants of our water. Tired and hungry we sit for few minutes before continuing on. We don’t know where we’re going or factly where are; but, we can hear the clouds tumbling in and anywhere becomes better than

Everything up here is different plants are smaller, the air is thinner and colder, the animals have all adapted to this environment. The best part about being able to sit and simply observe nature is the sense of connection you feel to all of this. Even my brother, who really doesn’t like the outdoors, has enjoyed this trip, especially from the Marmot, Jarl rubbing against his foot. Dark clouds are rolling in and it's time to get moving, we take our final pictures, and our last looks at the beauty surrounding us. The scramble down the boulders is easier end up comma butt munch when we reach the bottom the sky is dark, as we jog down the path it starts to rain. we see flashes of lightning in the distance and our speed increases. We begin moving down the mountain, Mom falls on her hip. The large bruise that developed there will become known as Africa. The rest of the way down the mountain, we help her get over the big drops. We're under the tree line now and everyone's exhausted. We continue down down down through the trees It seems like we will never get to the bottom, but we keep moving for what seems like hours, because it was.

His claws dug deep into the gelid ground, using them like icepicks to prop himself forward. He dragged himself toward the trees, covered in snow, after which he pulled his face up to get a look at what was in front of him: at least a dozen tree were huddled together, and they Snow blew in his face as he moved forward, the point to where his eyes were too watery to distinguish anything that was in his sight. Because he knew the trees were right there, he mustered enough strength to stand up and lunge himself forward and, to save himself from face planting into the snow, plunged down his hands. His bag slipped forward on the back of his head and held him down. He saw the trees’ trucks, and he crawled his way to them.

I walked about half a mile to Houghton Garden. As I was walking, I was reminded of how beautiful nature is. The grass was a light green and the sun was brightly shining on me. As I continued walking to the Garden, I walked past some turkeys and rabbits. They were also observing the beauty of nature. The weather was perfect. It was warm, with a slight breeze. After walking for about fifteen minutes, I finally found a bench to sit on. The bench was located on top of a small hill with a gorgeous view. The sun was shinning on my back, enhancing my view of the Garden. There were hundreds of trees surrounding me. The trees ranged from thin to thick. One of the tree’s branches had fallen and was dangling a few inches from the ground. The only thing that was keeping it from touching the ground, was that there was a

Together, they reached the metal fence that is guarding the mysterious woods, Nelson pushed it opened and it made a loud creaking sound that echoed miles down the forest. Slowly, they entered the mysterious woods as the​ ​July​ ​orange​ ​sun​ ​is​ ​waving​ ​goodbye​ ​and​ ​sinking​ ​down​ ​behind​ ​the​ ​tall​ ​green​ ​pine trees,​ ​later​ filling ​the​ ​sky​ ​​with​ ​a crystal​ ​white​ ​light​ ​by​ ​the​ ​full​ ​moon.​ ​The​ ​moon casts down ​​a stream of light which created a​ ​path of light​ ​​in the dark​ ​forest.Peggie grabbed onto Nelson’s arm when she heard ​an old,​ ​black​ ​crow​’s crackled old song that is bouncing off from tree to tree. The two friends wandered through the woods with the sounds of crunching dead leaves and snapping of the twigs. A field of grey color flowers was insight, but, they remember seeing photos that were once a vibrant yellow, red and orange, but now, they see lifeless petals on the on the laying ground. With flashlights in hand,casting light on a huge cobweb with a big, blood red, and black spider eating the latest prey that got caught in the stickiness of the web. Then, a sudden chill washed over them that was colder than a dead person’s breath. As the arctic wind continued to blow Peggie shivered, Nelson noticed it and he gave Peggie his jacket to

The people on top of the hill came into focus as I squinted against the light. They looked like shadows, but I could hear distinct voices floating down. Someone said “You can go now.”-a teacher, I guessed, or someone waiting in line and impatient. Someone worried about going down, tapping a pole on the ground. Someone said “Ow!” as a shadow tumbled out of sight, leaving just a pair of skis. One person hunched down, ready for the rush down the hill. I wondered if it was the first time of the person who was worrying, and winced in sympathy for the person who fell-that had happened to me many times before.

Yet were being held down, giving a silent rhapsody of joy and grieving. Along the way fallen timber accompanied thickets of weeds. A lazy mist hazed my vision, making the horizon seem like one from a story book. The area was imperturbable, as if it was keeping a secret hidden deep within itself.