Canyonlands Descriptive Writing

It was 12:00 at night, but I was still wide awake. I was anxious for the trip that was in store for me. The next morning I drove to the airport and took a flight to Colorado. I rented a car and drove to Red Cliffs lodge in Moab, Utah. Moab is a dry, desert town in Utah located right next to Canyonlands national park where I would spend most of my time. Right as I got out of the car I could see the beautiful canyonlands scenery. The gigantic cliffs of the island in the sky loomed over the lodge. The blue waters of the Colorado river ran behind the lodge. My room was spacious and had a great view of the cliffs. The best part of the room was the window right above my bed. That night I fell asleep gazing at a full moon and a sky full of stars.

I saw animals like lizards and snakes and even saw a hawk. I noticed some cool plants like cacti. After 4 hours of walking I saw brought life to me. It was the Needles, a main feature of the Canyonlands. These features of the park are what made it a national treasure. The beautiful and weird rock formations, the skyscraping canyons, and the intricate layout is what makes this a national park. I walked about another half an hour to the pointed rocks. They really did also looked needles. There were many tourists hiking along the path and a plaque talking about the history of the Canyonlands. There was also a ranger who had a set of my maps. I took a map and started reading up on the history of the

I had just passed a large rock when I heard a slither. I turned around and saw a large rattlesnake come from behind the rock. I tried to run away but that was the wrong move because I scared the snake. The snake lunged toward me with sharp teeth ready to bite but I jumped out of the way. Right as I landed my legs gave way to my weight and I fell. The snake lunged toward and with all my energy I got out of the way, grabbed it and strangled it till it gave out its last breath.

Somehow, I made it back to the hotel. Immediately, I had a huge dinner. That night I slept like a rock. I had fallen asleep to a beautiful Utah sky, one that I wouldn’t forget. The next morning I packed up, checked out, and hopped in my car. Before I left there was one thing I had see. It was the maze, the last main feature of the park I had not see. Once I got there I saw really why it was called the maze. The large rocks formed in a such a way that the path below swiveled multiple times before the rocks were cut off. I observed the seen and then hopped in my car. As I drove to the airport I thought of how much I loved and would remember this trip despite all the