High school can be a tough time for anyone. For me, it was made even tougher by the fact that I had to commute through some pretty scary weather conditions. Every morning, I would have to battle my way through a dense fog, and every afternoon, I would have to deal with strong winds. But despite all of the difficulties, I managed to make it through high school and come out stronger for it.
Someone may claim that because I’m a high school student, I have my whole life ahead of me with all its wonderful moments. Despite being so young, I already experienced a personal breath-taking event, which, I am confident, will follow me throughout my remaining days. My first trip to the mountains is what I’m talking on.
Before starting to talk about that day, I would like to share some general information about myself. First of all, I come from a small city, and because of that, I love hiking and being in the mountains as it is something very different from my daily routine. Also, due to the fact that I have asthma, my family was always very careful about me not doing any physical activity that might trigger an asthma attack.
Now that you know a little bit more about me, I can start talking about what happened on that fateful day.
It was early October and the leaves were already falling from the trees. The air was crisp and you could see your breath every time you exhaled. The sun had risen a few minutes ago, but the fog was so thick that you could barely see a few meters in front of you.
Despite the weather conditions, my friends and I decided to go on a hike. We had been planning this trip for weeks and we were not going to let a little bit of fog stop us.
We started walking and, after a while, the fog started to clear up a little bit and we could see the landscape around us. The sun was shining and it made the colors of the leaves pop out even more. We kept walking and talking, enjoying the view around us, when suddenly, we heard somebody shouting our names from behind.
We turned around and saw one of our friends running towards us, looking scared. When he reached us, he started to tell us that he had seen a snake on the path and that we should go back.
Of course, we were all scared, but we did not want to turn back because we had come so far. After a few minutes of discussion, we decided to continue walking, but this time, we were very careful about where we stepped.
We walked for a few more minutes until we reached a clearing and then we saw the most amazing view. The fog was below us and it looked like a sea of clouds. We could see the sun shining through the gaps in the fog and it looked like a scene from a movie.
We sat down and enjoyed the view for a while before we started our way back. On the way back, we talked about what we had seen and we all agreed that it was one of the most amazing experiences of our lives.
I used to be a homebody before my trip, when traveling was not as big a deal as it is now and many of my fellow travelers rolled across the United States or even abroad. I had pals to spend time with, several interests, and felt completely at ease spending weeks or even months in my neighborhood — or perhaps on my block – without leaving. My requirements for newness were met by Discovery and National Geographic channels, which convinced me that there was no difference between seeing something on TV and seeing it with your own eyes.
One day, however, my aunt – who is a very lively and open-minded person – told me that she was going to take me on a road trip to Atlanta. She said that I needed some fresh air and new experiences, and though I grumpily agreed, I secretly hoped that nothing would come of it. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), my aunt is a woman of her word, so the next Saturday we found ourselves on the road.
The first part of the trip was pretty uneventful. We talked, listened to music, and made frequent stops to rest and grab something to eat. It was only when we got closer to our destination that things started getting interesting. The closer we got, the thicker the fog became, and soon we could barely see a thing through the windshield. My aunt had to slow down to a crawl, and I started getting really anxious.
Finally, we reached our destination – but it turned out that it was just a rest stop. We decided to wait out the fog there, and after a couple of hours, it finally started dissipating. We got back on the road, but by that time it was getting dark. And then, to top it all off, it started raining – not just regular rain, but a full-blown thunderstorm. The wind was so strong that at times we had to pull over because we couldn’t see anything through the windshield anymore.
It was quite an experience, to say the least. By the time we finally arrived at our destination, I was exhausted – but also exhilarated. That trip made me realize that there’s so much more to life than just staying at home, and I’m grateful to my aunt for showing me that. Now I love traveling, and I’ve even been known to seek out adventure from time to time. Who knows – maybe one day I’ll be the one taking someone on an unforgettable road trip.
When one day David, my closest buddy who was frequently infested with a few bright insects (i.e., who usually had several mad ideas going at the same time) came into my room and ranted about his abandonment of society, everything changed. I will not go into how he persuaded me to join him on his trip to the Rocky Mountains; all I’ll say is that we departed in five days.
We hitchhiked our way throught the country. Our final destination was the Rockies, but we made a lot of stops along the way. The first few days were pretty uneventful, but on the third day we ran into some trouble. We were somewhere in Wyoming when a huge storm hit. The wind was so strong that it knocked us off our feet, and the fog was so dense that we couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of us. It was terrifying. We had no idea what to do or where to go.
But then, out of nowhere, a light appeared. It was faint at first, but it got brighter and brighter until we could see a clear path in front of us. We followed the light, and it led us right to a small cabin in the woods. We knocked on the door, and an old woman let us in. She said she had been expecting us.
That’s how we ended up spending the rest of the storm with Mrs. Miller, who told us stories about her life in the woods and taught us how to make bread from scratch. It was one of the most memorable experiences of my life. And I never would have had it if it weren’t for David and his crazy plan.