Mt. Evans Narrative

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My first time in the mountains was when my dad, my cousin Hope, and I went to Denver over the summer. We went hiking up in the mountains, and stayed in a cabin. The drive to Colorado seemed like it took forever, but it was worth it. When we first arrived in Denver, and when I saw the mountains I was amazed because it was the middle of summer; hot, humid, and sunny, but the mountains still had snow on them. I couldn't stop looking at them because it was beautiful with the sun shinning, blue sky with a few clouds, and the grayness of the mountains with the white snow on the peaks just stood out. What I did not like about Denver was the traffic. Hope and I were terrified because the drivers were crazy, cutting people off, driving really close together while going 40-50 MPH. But my dad was calm because he used to live in Denver. He kept laughing at us because we were terrified. We were supposed to check into our cabin at four o'clock but we were there early, so instead we spent the day at Mount Evans. In order to get to the top of the mountain we had to drive 12 miles up the mountain. The road was narrow, so narrow that two cars going opposite ways would barely pass each other without hitting one another, or falling off the side of the mountain. Almost the …show more content…

All I saw was the mountain about 100 feet down. Once we got to the top of the mountain and parked the car we had to hike up more of the mountain if we wanted to get to the highest point. The rocks we had to climb up were slick because of the snow and ice that was there. Once we were at the highest point of that mountain which is 14,258 feet above sea level it looked amazing. It seemed like we could see for miles of just mountains. The grey mountains and white snow for miles. The temperature at the top of the mountain was around 50 degrees, but at the bottom of the mountain it was 70-80

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