With each heavy footfall, my eyes drooped further and further, enticing a permanent scowl on my face, accentuating the monotony of travel. My bag followed me, making sounds of its own for each inch of ground gained, as if fighting a losing battle. I was traveling with my family, tired-looking, although the flight was not long. Spring break was only beginning, and my mind was still chained to school. We left the airport, standing and waiting at the counter to receive a rental car, and drove into Munich, the manufacturing heartland of the German nation, with gray skies scowling down on me as if mocking my mood and buildings that survived the testament of time. As we drove, we physically recovered, with scowls lightening and breaking away to …show more content…
The train arrived and my first thought was that of the Hogwarts train. I managed a small smile, although it felt foreign. My mother looked at me and exclaimed, “Finally, are you feeling better now?” I answered, “We will see on the ascent.” As we boarded the train creaked and groaned on the way up, and the clouds started to part. Very slowly at first, but turning to a nicer hue, and letting in some of the sun's beautiful rays. As the train reached the summit, we marched out, instantly struck by the snow on the peak. It was not prime skiing time, and yet the locals were out there using the snow available. The mountain peaks surround us like an island surrounded by water. There were no words to be said that could mirror the beauty here. The mountain was above the clouds and the sky now was only baby blue, clear and comfortable, like being swaddled in a blanket. Although there were tests when I returned, and grades needed to be dealt with, the serene pure beauty of this land was unbelievable, unlike anything I had witnessed. When I cleared my mind, the mountains, which now shimmered like water at sunset, remained majestically planted in the landscape. It was at this moment I realized that beauty can always be found if you dispel negative
The Hero’s Journey is a basic template utilized by writers everywhere. Joseph Campbell, an American scholar, analyzed an abundance of myths and literature and decided that almost all of them followed a template that has around twelve steps. He would call these steps the Hero’s Journey. The steps to the Hero’s Journey are a hero is born into ordinary circumstances, call to adventure/action, refusal of call, a push to go on the journey, aid by mentor, a crossing of the threshold, the hero is tested, defeat of a villain, possible prize, hero goes home. The Hero’s Journey is more or less the same journey every time. It is a circular pattern used in stories or myths.
When the day came to leave I was woken at the crack of dawn. I was keen to get to Blackpool as swiftly as possible, not only for the football that was ahead of us but also for the famous Pleasure Beach. The coach picked us up at around 8 am and in we crammed into an already full coach. The journey down was full of laughter and friendly joking from the parents. That day, it was particularly hot and inside the coach a number of people were becoming uncomfortable. I was unaffected by the warmth inside the coach, with my earphones in I relaxed and paid more attention to the vast countryside we were passing through. The vivid scenery blew me away, with colossal hills to calm rivers that we met on the journey.
One of the fondest, most memorable places from my childhood has to be Crested Butte, Colorado, where my family and I use to vacation. Every single time I remember back to that place, I can’t help but smile as I recall the memories associated with that magical white paradise. From the drive up into Colorado, seeing beautiful, white-capped mountains off in the distance, to building snow forts with my sister rivaling King Arthur’s castle. There couldn’t have been another place I’d rather find myself in the winter time. This story begins with the excited feelings associated with knowing that something is about to unfold before your eyes. My imagination ran completely wild with thoughts of what an enchanting, winter wonderland I would soon experience.
As we were climbing up the hill, I looked around to notice how green the lightly damp grass was, how beautiful the tall trees were, and how fast those snow clouds were moving above us. We got one elk on this adventure, so we decided we would pack up our stuff and head back home. As the white GMC reached the summit of Red Mountain Pass, I looked back to Silverton to see nothing but snow falling from the nearly black clouds in the sky, and I thought to myself--let it snow.
It was 2 months after Auggie’s graduation and everyone was getting supplies for the new school year at beecher prep. As everyone walked to their homeroom Auggie saw his best friend, Jack Will.
When we finally arrived in the mountains, it was breathtaking. They were covered with trees, and the clouds floating over them were so beautiful. I looked down and saw valleys of flowers that went on forever. I was so anxious to get off the bus and roll in the grass with the clear, blue sky above my head.
The year is 1950, outside I can hear the howling of the wind mingling with the rumbling of the train. Every bump stirring my weary bones and setting my heart ablaze. I can feel the heartbeat of my lover, who is sleeping beside me. It is strange, I think, how seemingly unaffected he is by the adventure that awaits us. I know I need to sleep.
Dr. D is a cardiothoracic surgeon. He was my hero. He may well still be, even though he is a throw-back to the days when I was more concerned about science than symbolism.
With breathtaking views, cold crisp air, and singing wind, I sat there surrounded by nature's beauty, realizing it's time to go home. It’s been a few months since I emerged from the Alaskan wilderness. I think to myself quite frequently how peaceful living can be when independent, but living can be much more. Life itself stems from the relationships and interconnections between souls and as I returned from the isolated wilderness, my new destiny was formed and my goal was to reconnect my relationships and to help change society rather than run from it. As I'm starting to reflect on my journeys shortly after returning, the hum of civilization buzzed around.
Over the next several hours, we worked our way up onto the saddle that looped down in between our mountain and another smaller one. As we reached the top, a bitter wind billowed though us, fighting its way into the thin hiking jackets everyone had worn. To our left was the peak, a pile of large and small rocks expanding upwards into the dark clouds, and in front of us was a thousand foot drop that curled my stomach into a tight fist as though it could hold me firmly attached to the slick stones. As we started up the steep incline, I began to give up. The cold assisted by the sneering wind bit at my fingers and toes as pieces hail started to pelt my face.
A Better View The barren expanse of the plains stretched seemingly infinite. As I glance off my phone for a moment, I see Tuc completely asleep lying next to me, appearing to be partially consumed by the seat. Looking down the endless road Jordan, another close friend, is also starting to fall into unconsciousness. We have been driving for close to 5 hours at this point and time starts to get slower.
As I walked through the rundown city, there was no other living thing in sight. Everything seemed bleak and lifeless. It was strange to see a place that used to be so lively, deserted, and ugly. The air was orange like it had been stained with rust, and the water was completely green and covered in algae blooms. The air was crisp, it was the type of lonely wind that sends shivers down your spine.
Every once a year my family and I decide where to go for a vacation over the summer. This past summer we decided to go on a cruise to Cozumel, Mexico.Our vacations are usually just by plane or by car, but this year my parents wanted to make it interesting and suggested that we go on a cruise. The next day we bought our tickets, parked our car in the lobby , and started up the escalating stairs to be approved. The moment I stepped into the ship I could feel the wave of adventure pushing me down with excitement.
I was the first person to ski off of the chairlift that day; arriving at the summit of the Blackcomb Mountain, nestled in the heart of Whistler, Canada. It was the type of day when the clouds seemed to blanket the sky, leaving no clue that the sun, with its powerful light, even existed anymore. It was not snowing, but judging by the moist, musty, stale scent in the air, I realized it would be only a short time before the white flakes overtook the mountain. As I prepared myself to make the first run, I took a moment to appreciate my surroundings. Somehow things seemed much different up here. The wind, nonexistent at the bottom, began to gust. Its cold bite found my nose and froze my toes. Its quick and sudden swirling movement kicked loose snow into my face, forcing me to zip my jacket over my chin. It is strange how the gray clouds, which seemed so far above me at the bottom, really did not appear that high anymore. As I gazed out over the landscape, the city below seemed unrecognizable. The enormous buildings which I had driven past earlier looked like dollhouses a child migh...
This area of the world is so foreign to my Oklahoma life; it infuses me with awe, and with an eerie feeling of being strongly enclosed by huge mountains, and the mass of tall trees. However, when my foot first steps onto the dusty trail it feels crazily magical. The clean, crisp air, the new smell of evergreen trees and freshly fallen rain is mixed with fragrances I can only guess at. It is like the world has just taken a steroid of enchantment! I take it all in, and embrace this new place before it leaves like a dream and reality robs the moment. As I turn and look at my family, I was caught by my reflection in their impressions. The hair raising mischief in the car was forgotten and now it was time to be caught up in this newness of life. It was as if the whole world around us had changed and everyone was ready to engulf themselves in it. The trickling of water somewhere in the distance and the faint noise of animals all brought the mountains to