I felt a warm gust of wind tickle my face. Standing before me was the famous Lynn Valley Suspension Bridge. I leaned over the bridge. There were two little specks on top of a cliff. They took a big jump off the the cliff, cannonballing into the deeper part of the river.
I looked forward again towards the bridge. It was long and had wooden planks, one in front of the other and ropes on either side intertwining together. I inhaled a deep breath and took a step onto the bridge before I could changed my mind. It creaked. Don’t look down. I told myself. Just look straight ahead. I started to walk, slowly letting go of the handles. Larches covered the earth below me, leaving only the river to stand out against all the green. I took in a sniff
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I decided to take a closer look around the forest. Its trees were in clusters and they were viridescent with perfect rays of sunlight hitting the chocolate-coloured bark at different angles. As I walked by them, the leaves seemed to dance on top of the branches. I went over to a grand redwood cranking my neck back to catch a sight of the top. Although it was at least a couple hundred years old, it stood there proudly against the exquisite clouds and everlasting …show more content…
Another rush of water was coming post-haste in my direction and this time, it had company. A fallen tree trunk with a sharp edge. I jumped out of the way but it had still skimmed my side. I screamed. Pain was rushing all throughout my body like I had been shot with a revolver.
Trying to ignore the pain in my side, I spun my head around. I was in a gigantic river and could barely make out the creek in the far distance. Behind me was a roar of water. I turned my head around and saw that the log I was on, was floating down the river but further on there was an edge that just stopped.
What? I thought. How could it just..stop? Unless-a waterfall! My heart was racing. Everything around me was spinning and my vision was growing foggy. I peered down at the wound. Nothing but red flesh and blood. What would I do? Soon I would be dragged towards the waterfall and then, crash down, being drowned by the falling water. I knew I couldn't swim through the currents- they were too rough and especially with my disastrous laceration. If there was only time to think! There was only one positive thing about the situation that came to my mind. I could tell everyone that I had visited the famous suspension bridge, but only if I made it
I smiled to myself and decided that I would go join in. With that, I took a huge deep breath and jumped into the salty water. The water was cool and refreshing; I felt it slide through my hair making it sway in the water. I swam deeper and deeper into the deep blue water. Sunlight streamed through it, lighting up the water around me turning it to gold. I kicked harder and I felt my muscles surge with strength and I pushed further. My lunges began to burn for the need of oxygen, but I refused to go up. I repeatedly told myself just a little bit longer. Until I was unable to proceed anymore without more air in my lungs, I swam to the top of the water taking a huge breaths, filling my lungs with air. I could then taste the salty water as it ran down my face and dripped over my lips. Just then I thought, I will never forget this moment, this place, or the experiences I felt while visiting
Today we hit a long and rushing river, that I overheard was called Laromy river. The first few steps were simple, then the current started to push. I had made it to the other side of the river, when I heard a scream, and I saw one of the guiders being swept down the stream. In an instant they were gone. The dripping survivors and I were welcomed with a group of soldiers with towels. The soldiers lead us to buildings where we could sleep the night. That night I was feed the soft bedding hay, and they gave me clean good tasting
I opened my eyes and looked up at the yellow sky. What on Earth is going on? Where am I? I slowly stood up. Mud sloughed off my clothes, plopping into the slimy mud that covered the ground. I looked around. There were muddy hills as far as I could see. Above me, the sky shone yellow-orange, as it does on an early summer day. I turned away and saw something in the distance. Squinting, I could make out the shape of a tree. I glanced behind me; there was nothing but miles and miles of thick mud. I sighed. Might as well explore, I thought as I wandered in the direction of the tree.
I prepared myself for the upcoming adventurous day. I set out along a less-traveled path through the woods leading to the shore. I could hear every rustle of the newly fallen leaves covering the ground. The brown ground signaled the changing of seasons and nature's way of preparing for the long winter ahead. Soon these leaves would be covered with a thick layer of snow. The leaves still clinging to the trees above displayed a brilliant array of color, simultaneously showing the differences of each and the beauty of the entire forest.
Surprisingly, our parents had beaten us to the top and we all stopped in awe, mesmerized by the great waterfall in front of us. My mouth felt like the Sahara desert. I vividly remember reaching for the chilling water bottle that hid underneath the tons of clothes stuffed in my father’s black backpack to quench my thirst. I took off my beaten down shoes and stinky socks covered in dirt from the trail and blood from the blisters on my feet and dove into the refreshing lake. After swimming through the lake for a few seconds, I abruptly jumped out of the freezing water. My toes turned into a blue that reminded me of the blueberry muffins from breakfast that morning. My body shivered as I exited the lake and threw on a warm towel over my shoulders. Gradually my body heat increased, escaping the risk of hypothermia. At that point, I just wanted to go home. My family and I gathered all our belongings and I dragged my energyless body into the large, gray shuttle. The shuttle smelled of sweat from previous passengers. It drove us down a rough, bumpy trail, causing my tall father to constantly slam his head on the roof of the car. After we finally got back to our hotel, we all let off a sigh of
There have always been many different trees are found in the forest. Tall ones, round of leaf and with broad branches spread open in welcome. Short ones are found here as well, with thin trunks and wiry limbs they sway in the breeze. A wide variety of foliage in the emerald grove dancing merrily to the whispers of the wind. In this quiet thicket, a different type of tree grows, too. They stand resolute, patient, and ever growing.
The first thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull line - that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so far away-trading-scows, and such things; and long black streaks-rafts ... and by and by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl up off of the water, and the east reddens up.
My sweat soaked shirt was clinging to my throbbing sunburn, and the salty droplets scalded my tender skin. “I need this water,” I reminded myself when my head started to fill with terrifying thoughts of me passing out on this ledge. I had never been so relieved to see this glistening, blissful water. As inviting as the water looked, the heat wasn't the only thing making my head spin anymore. Not only was the drop a horrifying thought, but I could see the rocks through the surface of the water and couldn't push aside the repeating notion of my body bouncing off them when I hit the bottom. I needed to make the decision to jump, and fast. Standing at the top of the cliff, it was as if I could reach out and poke the searing sun. Sweat dripped from my forehead, down my nose, and on its way to my dry, cracked lips which I licked to find a salty droplet. My shirt, soaked with perspiration, was now on the ground as I debated my
I stepped out of the car and my nostrils instantly flared as I smelled the waterfall, my eyes watered from the sights, and my ears heard the sound of water
...e became more and more overcome with suspense and anticipation. Before we plunged to the bottom, we noticed a kayak broken in two pieces. It had been caused by a collision with a boulder, at the bottom of the fall. We were scared to death, because we thought we would hit it and flip over. However, with the help of our fast-thinking and skillful guide, we were able to make it down the fall safely. All the action was over, so we let out a sigh of relief and allowed our nerves to relax.
He could almost feel the smoothness of them, almost feel the rough spots from overuse. This creek was the only warning he had that whatever it was, was coming. He could feel his hair stand on end. Like there was a current in the air after one of those breathtaking lightning storms.
The pain seared like a bolt from the sky. Squealing noises came from the immense heat as the pain festered and grew, pounding in my head. I lurched from my slumber and staggered to my feet. I clawed at my eye and tore a needle from my delicate iris. I roared and thrashed my body around the room in an attempt to escape the pain.
I slowly bent over and dipped my hands into the stream, watching the drops of crimson spread and bleed into the water. The pain finally registered in my system and I felt stings on my right hand. Although, it was nothing compared to what I was feeling on the inside. Betrayal. It was like feeling everything and nothing at once.
OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood.
The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.