Nature walk
Emily Rice
Instructor- TimLarson
Composition II
Descriptive Essay
10/7/13
Driving up the North Shore always gives me a sense of comfort. I know it's somewhere I can go to clear my mind and hike, feeling connected to nature. As I walk the curvy, damp path of Lake Superior Hiking Trail, fog lifted off the ground. The air was still cool but began to warm up by the sun shining through the thick tall pine trees. It was clear that fall was arriving, the trees were filled with vibrant yellow and red leaves. I took in a deep breath of the crisp air, letting it back out. I could see my breath in the air and feel my cheeks were rosy red from the whistling wind. I could hear grasshoppers clicking from a distance and squirrels shuffling in the leaves, looking for nuts to collect as they got ready for the cold winter months ahead. Birds were singing and chirping, I closed my eyes as I took in the sweet lullaby they sang back and forth to each other. The back of my calves were being splattered by the thick brown mud puddles as I hiked up the steep and narrow path. I was able to see the lake glistening in the distance. When I reached the peak of the hill, I could see miles upon miles of tree tops that popped with color. Lake Superior expanded further than my eyes could see. The calm body of water shimmered beneath the radiant sunlight as the horizon of the sky faded into the massive blue lake. Breathing in the fresh air I relaxed on a giant rock. I reached into my well-worn Duluth Pack backpack and pulled out a green Granny Smith Apple. As I bit into the sour apple it crunched between my teeth, satisfying my grumbling stomach. I continued on my journey, winding back down the steep hill. I hiked for miles as the sun slipped lower into the sky. I made my way to Lake Oberg just as the sun was setting. It was a breath taking view of the small lake, surrounded by fall colors of the changing leaves. As I stood in awe, pastel colors intertwined into the blue sky, making a
Instructor- TimLarson
Composition II
Descriptive Essay
10/7/13
Driving up the North Shore always gives me a sense of comfort. I know it's somewhere I can go to clear my mind and hike, feeling connected to nature. As I walk the curvy, damp path of Lake Superior Hiking Trail, fog lifted off the ground. The air was still cool but began to warm up by the sun shining through the thick tall pine trees. It was clear that fall was arriving, the trees were filled with vibrant yellow and red leaves. I took in a deep breath of the crisp air, letting it back out. I could see my breath in the air and feel my cheeks were rosy red from the whistling wind. I could hear grasshoppers clicking from a distance and squirrels shuffling in the leaves, looking for nuts to collect as they got ready for the cold winter months ahead. Birds were singing and chirping, I closed my eyes as I took in the sweet lullaby they sang back and forth to each other. The back of my calves were being splattered by the thick brown mud puddles as I hiked up the steep and narrow path. I was able to see the lake glistening in the distance. When I reached the peak of the hill, I could see miles upon miles of tree tops that popped with color. Lake Superior expanded further than my eyes could see. The calm body of water shimmered beneath the radiant sunlight as the horizon of the sky faded into the massive blue lake. Breathing in the fresh air I relaxed on a giant rock. I reached into my well-worn Duluth Pack backpack and pulled out a green Granny Smith Apple. As I bit into the sour apple it crunched between my teeth, satisfying my grumbling stomach. I continued on my journey, winding back down the steep hill. I hiked for miles as the sun slipped lower into the sky. I made my way to Lake Oberg just as the sun was setting. It was a breath taking view of the small lake, surrounded by fall colors of the changing leaves. As I stood in awe, pastel colors intertwined into the blue sky, making a