Sunrise Hike Descriptive essay
Annie Normile
11/22/14
College Writing I
Professor Liddle
Exploring Authentic Experiences
The ground beneath the stiff leaves is frozen. The cold, brisk air invades my lungs, I exhale, my breath visible. I step over fallen branches and get tugged on by thorny vines. The untrailed path I forge to the top of this mountain is steep and difficult, but worth the work to be a new explorer on the fresh, dewridden ground of this lonely mountain on this brisk morning.
The trek up this hill is not easy, thorny blackberry bushes and fallen trees impede progress. Slightly evening out now, the ground is painted with large and misshapen boulders slightly crystallized with eversothin ice. I see a small alcove naturally constructed of rocks and brush off to my side. Though I am nearly to the top, where I wanted to be to watch the sunrise, I decide to explore this tangent. Looking lonely in its picturesque awayfromtheworldness, the small corner has a minute opening which looks never to have been explored. I feel lucky to have found it, feeling like the first to explore it. Pulling back one large branch, I open up to another world, completely hidden by the rocks and brush of the mountain. A tiny bubbling stream, maybe 7 feet wide emerges in front of me. Frozen at the edges, the slight rush of water underneath is like blood rushing in veins. The mountain has a wall of large stones, covered in a thick layer of moss, some of which has started to fall off due to heaviness. Gently spewing from
the bottom of the 20 foot tall rock wall, the water is only visible in front of me until it continues on, traveling back under rocks and continuing its ancient path hidden underground.
The cove is enclosed completely by its sides as well as overhead. The way the
11/22/14
College Writing I
Professor Liddle
Exploring Authentic Experiences
The ground beneath the stiff leaves is frozen. The cold, brisk air invades my lungs, I exhale, my breath visible. I step over fallen branches and get tugged on by thorny vines. The untrailed path I forge to the top of this mountain is steep and difficult, but worth the work to be a new explorer on the fresh, dewridden ground of this lonely mountain on this brisk morning.
The trek up this hill is not easy, thorny blackberry bushes and fallen trees impede progress. Slightly evening out now, the ground is painted with large and misshapen boulders slightly crystallized with eversothin ice. I see a small alcove naturally constructed of rocks and brush off to my side. Though I am nearly to the top, where I wanted to be to watch the sunrise, I decide to explore this tangent. Looking lonely in its picturesque awayfromtheworldness, the small corner has a minute opening which looks never to have been explored. I feel lucky to have found it, feeling like the first to explore it. Pulling back one large branch, I open up to another world, completely hidden by the rocks and brush of the mountain. A tiny bubbling stream, maybe 7 feet wide emerges in front of me. Frozen at the edges, the slight rush of water underneath is like blood rushing in veins. The mountain has a wall of large stones, covered in a thick layer of moss, some of which has started to fall off due to heaviness. Gently spewing from
the bottom of the 20 foot tall rock wall, the water is only visible in front of me until it continues on, traveling back under rocks and continuing its ancient path hidden underground.
The cove is enclosed completely by its sides as well as overhead. The way the