Personal Narrative Essay: Beauty On A Mountain

Beauty on a Mountain
The sun had not yet risen, but it was light just enough for us to see where we were going. My sister and I were taking a walk in a forest during a family camping trip. The spring air was cooler than usual even at that hour. The forest was quiet except for our footsteps and the sound of the soft breeze moving through the branches of the trees that surrounded the two of us. We wandered aimlessly at first, climbing on large boulders like young children and weaving our way through the tall pine trees. We talked quietly and walked along logs until we came across the start of a wide path that led to the top of one of the mountains near our campsite. We decided to follow the dirt path and its many switch backs up the steep slope. …show more content…
My sister and I took one last sip of water and made our way back to the trail in order to continue on. The trail was a little less arduous after our little break and because the sun was out now, we could see more of what surrounded us as we walked. The grass was tall and all sorts of different bushes grew beneath the trees. There were lots of flowers, mostly purple ones, and there were vines that climbed the trees as well. We walked a little farther and noticed that we were getting closer to the stream because the sound of the trickling water grew gradually louder. We finally reached it just a few minutes later. The stream was surprisingly small for the amount of noise it was making. I guess the sound came from flowing over rocks, twigs, and small pebbles at such a steep decline. My sister and I ventured off the path a little to feel the clear water. It was extremely cold as it was snowmelt from earlier that winter. Even though I just dipped the tips of my fingers in, the water sent shivers throughout my whole body. My sister felt the water too and she got goosebumps. We went back to the trail once again, leaving the …show more content…
My sister and I stopped in our tracks and marvelled at the scene before us. Across the whole expanse of the meadow the grass was pure green. The grass was tall, about thigh-high, and it crept into the narrow path that ran right through the center. We were the only people there. My eyes followed the path to the other side of the meadow where trees began again. Above the tall pine trees I could see the peaks of other snowcapped mountains that surrounded us. The sky was solid blue now, completly clear except for the occasional white cloud. The clearing was carpeted with flowers, multiple colors dotting the ground. I felt like we had just discovered a wonderland because it was so full of color. The scent of the flowers met my nose and it put a smile on both my sister’s face and mine. They made the bees happy too, for the bees would land in the center of a flower and then merrily move on to the next. Their buzzing was comforting. Amongst the bees flew small butterflies whose wings glistened in the