Saturday, 5th of June, 5:30p.m. There’s about 30 minutes left until I arrive at Yosemite. Today went fast for me. Perhaps it’s because I was so occupied, and barely looked at the time all day. I have finally arrived at the park, so I head to book a hotel room. The hotel looks amazing inside, and outside. It looks historical, and old on the outside, but modern, and classy inside. I order dinner, and have a rest in my room. I’ve had enough of walking around today. Tomorrow is my last day here, so I will make the most of it. I have my favorite food for dinner, which is pizza. I recall my day, and think of how grateful I am to explore my huge, stunning city, and perceive the real beauty of it. I have had an amazing weekend so far, and will end …show more content…
My eyes open, and fall on the time on the clock that reads 9:30a.m. I slowly get up to brush my teeth, and take a nice, warm shower. Last night was probably the best I have slept in a long time. I head downstairs to give the keys of the room back, and have breakfast. I have to plan out my day. I will stay in this national park until about 2p.m. The drive home will be about 4 hours, so it’s better to leave earlier than later. I exit the hotel, and enter the park. There aren’t that many people here, which is good I guess. I start taking pictures of the park. I reach the valley, which has a beautiful view of mountains, and the Tenaya Lake. The reflection of the trees, and mountains on the lake looks like a gigantic mirror all over the lake, because of how still, and clear the water, and reflection is. I continue walking up, and reach the amazing, tranquil waterfall. If I lived here, I would come every weekend. The waterfall is aquarium-blue, and is lightly drizzling onto the huge rocks in the lake. I check the time, how is it 1p.m. already? I turn around to walk back, but this time I won’t take pictures, I’ll just appreciate the nature with my own eyes. I start jogging, while sticking my hand out to the bushes of flowers. The feeling of the soft petals brush past my fingers. I take a quick look around, and think, “I have to come back here again. I have never been to a place like this before”. The Yosemite National Park is definitely the
Yosemite National Park, is a beautiful piece of nature it is a 195 mile nature getaway from the urban life that is lived San Francisco, CA and 315 miles away from the fast pace and overwhelming life that is lived in Los Angeles CA. This place is like no other in the beauty of its nature. The park is “747,956 acres, and is the home to hundreds of wildlife species and thousands of Yosemite plants” (U.S. Nat. Park Service). Yosemite is known for so many beautiful features, from its granite cliffs, waterfalls, clear streams, giant sequoia groves and biological diversity. And also for its two rivers which are the Tuolumne and Merced rivers. These rivers begin in the park and flow as far as west to the Central Valley.
Wilderness is a highly idealized concept in today’s society – we simply put it on a pedestal and choose to admire it as we see fit. Nature and wilderness are considered distant and remote concepts, separate from our everyday, civilized lives. By approaching the natural realm in this sense, we simply detach ourselves from our origin, which leaves us to fantasize about the great outdoors as an escape from the artificial creations of our everyday life. This desire to escape our artificial lives has lead to the construction of locations such as national parks, which merely appear to be the natural world, yet in reality they are simply just facets of the modernized world we have created.
National Parks have awed tourists and even locals for years. They provide an escape from the ordinary and relief from the everyday stress of society. National Parks provide insight into a simpler time where our ancestors were surrounded by the beauty of nature instead of the concrete jungles of modern day metropolitan areas. Few of these wonderful parks provide the same seclusion as Denali National Park in Alaska. It’s sights and sounds have fascinated many and will continue to provide a great escape from everyday life.
I walk through the overcrowded streets trying to take everything in at once. The cyclist that pedal down the paths trying to make it home, the lovely Victorian style homes that line the streets, and the cute, quaint bake shops, or cafes that smell of baked goods. You feel at home in this wonderland. Every single trivial piece of this town makes Colorado Springs unique and magical. It makes you want to hop on your on bike and join in with the city. While wandering through this area it leaves me with a sense of wanderlust. I want to explore every nook and cranny, every single piece of this town. Soaking in the scenery every chance I can I notice how truly beautiful my surroundings are. The skies are
The salty, humid air fills my nose as I stare out into the distance. I listen to the seagulls above me and the large, dark blue waves crashing on the seashore in front of me. My eyes slowly close behind my cheap shades while the calm wind gently blows away the excess heat from my body. I sit comfortably, while I rummage through thoughts that randomly come about. As time goes by, I feel unsettled
The end of April is always dreary, but luckily this was the first sunny day in two weeks. Daniel and James, the two closest friends in the world, decided to go for a run. They balance each other perfectly. Daniel, the tall, tan athlete; and James, the small, skinny nerd. They could not be any more different, but, both had a burning passion for running, and felt trapped by the gloomy, somber drizzle. They itched to get out and run. The path they always take runs behind Daniel’s house, and through the wooded city park. They took this path because -for the most part- it was secluded, both found it easy to slip out of reality as they ran. The other reason they enjoyed this path was the challenge it presented, it twisted up and around the steepest
With stress on my mind and a cookie in my hand, I headed towards the wooded area behind her home. At the beginning of the trail, there was an old rotting tire swing barely hanging onto a low-hanging branch. The extensive amount of muddy puddles and the surrounding damp grass made me hesitant to follow through with my grandmother’s suggestion; the mountain of homework that waited for me back at home convinced me to continue. Trees towered over me, adding to the existing weight of stress that sat upon my shoulders, as I carefully maneuvered around the biggest puddles, beginning to become frustrated. Today was a terrible day to go for a walk, so why would my grandmother suggest this? Shaking my head in frustration, I pushed forward. The trail was slightly overgrown. Sharp weeds stabbed my sides every few steps, and I nearly tripped over a fallen tree branch. As the creek barely came into view, I could feel the humidity making my hair curly and stick to the sides of my face. After stopping to roll up the ends of my worn blue jeans, I neared the end of the trail. Bright sunlight peeked through the branches and reflected off the water. The sun must have come out from behind a cloud, seeing as it now blinded me as I neared the water. A few minutes passed by before I could clearly see
During the summer before third grade, my parents took my sister and me on a trip to Yellowstone National Park. As our plane waited to land, it circled Jackson Hole, Wyoming, showing me my first glimpse of the Grand Tetons, a spectacular sight that I remember very clearly. This view, and the thrill of flying for the first time, sparked a strong
I awoke with a start to the sound of chirping birds singing their early morning melodies. I looked out the open window... how nostalgic. I felt as if I was back at home, only at ease and stress free. I was on the beautiful island of Maui at last. The palm trees swayed.
It starts out easy. A few beads of sweat drip on my forehead from the hot beaming sun. I feel the wind breeze on my cheek and I breathe in the smell of fresh mountain air. I hear birds chirping and feet stomping on the rocks. Almost two hours in, I hear a rush of water not too far away.
Following the trail, we lost sight of the waterfall for most of the time it took to climb down. As we neared the bottom, huge rocks at the edge of the waterfall blocked all view of it. Once the waterfall became visible, it was more beautiful that ever. From the bottom, we could see the vapors rising from where the falls bubbled into the pool. We could see the rainbow that was made from the sunlight shining through the mist. Since it was such a nice day, we decided to go for a swim.
The visual surrounding the lake was perceived before the mountains was beautiful and serene. The lavender flowers near the water mirroring the colossal mountains smelled of spring. The sunset illuminated the sky making it purple and orange. The huge rocks were faultless and could be used for sitting and thinking. The warm breeze reassured that springtime was near. The lake was ideal for swimming, it was so clear. The cabins around the lake were perfect for summertime with family and friends. The clouds looked impeccable as they were angled over the mountains, their rectangular shapes resembled fluffy pillows. The snow had almost completely melted off the mountain in the distance. The environment was well needed for break within a busy life.
The falls were rushing down layer after layer making a massive pool at the bottom. The water was ice cold with the ground feeling as slick as a freshly cut piece of countertop. After we had cooled off by swimming in the water, we started our four miles hike back down the mountain. However, this time I did not use my phone once, I just took in the magnificence with my eyes rather than looking through a lense.
It’s a beautiful morning, as my group of friends and I wake up, we hear the pounding and the thrashing of the water slamming on the moss covered granite rock, I go down the eroded leaf covered pathway to fetch water just like I would do every morning, the sun had just begun to rise, the mixture of scarlet red, orange, and a bleach-like yellow beaming against the hurried water of the river that led into the waterfall shone like flakes of gold floating on top of the whitening water. The serene environment of the surrounding rocks overlooking the waterfall, the ambience of water clashing against the granite, and the aroma of the white pine filling the forest is an awe inspiring experience to all who dare make their way down the narrow and lengthy
Stopping and taking a moment to close my eyes and breath in the fresh clean spring like air then slowly opening them to the wonder of the view around me I feel I’m making the most of life.