A Day Out
A day out
A Day Out It was a cloud-filled day on November 17, 1997. I have a day off, so I felt like taking a walk to the mountain near my home. I wanted to explore the nature in the woods, climb up to the top of the mountain and go camping with my friends. I live by the woods only 100 feet away, so it was easy to stroll there. On the way, I walked on a shaking wooden bridge built by some men long ago. Below the bridge was running water, which came from the waterfall far away on the top of the misty mountains. I can hear the water dropping through a series of jagged rocks even from this distance. I can not wait to get there. The water rushed in torrents as it neared the bridge, crashing against the sandy shores. I heard the birds sad song on this gray and melancholy day as dark clouds covered the sky. The wind washed the waves ashore, to the south of the bridge. Dark columns of clouds blanketed the sun. Everything in the woods looked mysterious and strange. I stood on the bridge, so I saw all things unfolded before my eyes. It is so beautiful. There were several people standing on the edge of the river, obviously looking at the thunderous waterfall. They inhaled the sprays. A lady sat on the rock; she was thinking deep, perhaps at the sky, the river, and the waterfall. She wore a long, wavy, black skirt and a bright red shirt with a pink bonnet. I felt very close to the lady, though she was far away. The lady seemed to be part of the woods and all things that happened at the moment. I continued to walk to the mountain. It looks so big in front of me. The first thing I like to do is climbed up to the top of the mountain. I already prepared for myself a bag of foods, extra blanket, shirt and jeans. When I got there, all of my friends were there, so we started right away. It is so fun. We talked and walked at the same time, so time went by so fast. I dont even remember how I got to the top of the mountain. It is strange? We have so much
A Day Out It was a cloud-filled day on November 17, 1997. I have a day off, so I felt like taking a walk to the mountain near my home. I wanted to explore the nature in the woods, climb up to the top of the mountain and go camping with my friends. I live by the woods only 100 feet away, so it was easy to stroll there. On the way, I walked on a shaking wooden bridge built by some men long ago. Below the bridge was running water, which came from the waterfall far away on the top of the misty mountains. I can hear the water dropping through a series of jagged rocks even from this distance. I can not wait to get there. The water rushed in torrents as it neared the bridge, crashing against the sandy shores. I heard the birds sad song on this gray and melancholy day as dark clouds covered the sky. The wind washed the waves ashore, to the south of the bridge. Dark columns of clouds blanketed the sun. Everything in the woods looked mysterious and strange. I stood on the bridge, so I saw all things unfolded before my eyes. It is so beautiful. There were several people standing on the edge of the river, obviously looking at the thunderous waterfall. They inhaled the sprays. A lady sat on the rock; she was thinking deep, perhaps at the sky, the river, and the waterfall. She wore a long, wavy, black skirt and a bright red shirt with a pink bonnet. I felt very close to the lady, though she was far away. The lady seemed to be part of the woods and all things that happened at the moment. I continued to walk to the mountain. It looks so big in front of me. The first thing I like to do is climbed up to the top of the mountain. I already prepared for myself a bag of foods, extra blanket, shirt and jeans. When I got there, all of my friends were there, so we started right away. It is so fun. We talked and walked at the same time, so time went by so fast. I dont even remember how I got to the top of the mountain. It is strange? We have so much