Descriptive Essay About Saddle Mountain

Imagine the smell of dark hunter green evergreen trees, surrounding the area. The area of the untouchable. As the smell lingers up the nose, more sense of nature picked up along the way. The smell of freshly grated dirt below the feet, the smell of multi-colored flowers dancing around us, the smell of fresh, wild green grass as if it was mowed before sunrise. Imagine all those scents unwinding and surrounding the head like a Christmas wreath. Visualize looking beyond a bird’s eye and seeing the most remarkable, untouchable, paradise sights a human being could ever dream of. Standing on the edge of a cliff, looking at the world and asking yourself, “Am I really here?” As the question started to wonder through the mind, the eyes glued shut, the …show more content…
Not just any mountain, Saddle Mountain. Saddle Mountain has one the most beautiful, breath taking views around the Pacific Northwest because hiking up the mountain to see what nature has to offer is one of the reasons why it attracts …show more content…
As soon as I heard about Saddle Mountain, I packed up my hiking gear, ran towards my car, and left as if the mountain was running away. The drive to the mountain is rather far, but the scenic drive makes up for it. Deer grazing on green grass in the distance is one of my favorite sights seeing. The beautiful blue, sunny sky up ahead, guiding you towards the many wonders of nature. While driving for some time, houses start to spring up. Not just any old neighborhood house that everyone sees every day, but houses that look like no one has stepped foot in them for ages. Old, plywood, run down shacks with a jungle as their lawn. As though they look like no one has lived in them for decades, imagine that old run down shack is or was someone’s home. The smell of smoke starts to trickle up against the nose, as I get closer to the cabin-like homes. The cabins look like the bare hand had built them and a family living in them to call home. The smoke runs out of the chimney and into the wilderness. The smell reminds me of a small campfire that my Grandpa use to make. As the smoke starts to wonder off, the busy, overpopulated highway becomes a narrow, windy, and forest road. The road is a very long road. It seems like it takes all day to get to the end of the road. The narrow road was surrounded by dark evergreen trees. No change of scenery for a while. As I stare out beyond the trees, I spot a mountain. Maybe the base of the