Mount Diablo Asheley Schraeder in this story is a six foot tall red head. She loves horses, volleyball, and most of all basketball. She is a middle school teacher and high school varsity basketball and volleyball coach. She loves jeans and boots and always has confidence. The setting takes place on Mount Diablo in Clayton, California.…
Camp is place unlike any other. It is a place that people’s wall begin to fall down and new relationships are formed. This is bound to happen when you drop 200 teenagers in the middle of the Smoky Mountains without any of their electronics. I was lucky enough to be chosen for the Project Serve team and got to see camp from a new perspective. I got to be a part of all of the behind the scenes work, but also daily interactions with all of the campers due to my job at camp.…
On December 29,2016 My friend Jack and I went snowboarding at Mt.Alyeska. During that Thursday morning we woke at at 5:45am and drove and picked up Jack. It was approximately 1hour and 45 minute ride there so about 82.6 miles. We got snacks for the ride like Airheads,doritos,and sodas.…
Every summer as tradition dictates I take my cousins on a hiking trip. Every year we try to hike a different mountain for the day and this year four of us went to hike Mt. Tecumseh in NH. This year was particularly an amazing experience as it was great to spend the day with them all together before I had to go to college. I also got to utilize my iPhone’s camera to its full potential to take amazing photographs (which is a new hobby of mine).…
There was a lake right next to the rock face and it was very windy so my voice was not heard. I decided I may as well keep trying to go higher. After a few minutes I had a breakthrough and was able to continue my ascent. However, I eventually came to a standstill yet again. Although this time I decided I would not give up so easily.…
My own riding career thus far had been a roller coaster ride, tendency to second guess myself battled continually with my natural instincts. Over thinking things led me to over riding, and my mixed signals led my horse to produce ignorance. My consistence hesitation caused my horse and I to become mentally stuck. Each lesson was an interminable cycle of frustration, never reaching nirvana. Riding requires both horse and rider to become one.…
I waited, very shaky in the long line to go on Rockin’ Rollercoaster. It was a warm day where the sun was shining down and I was pacing back and forth the whole morning in the hotel room. I had terrible butterflies in my stomach. Waiting in line felt like forever, but in all reality not much time had past.…
Riding down the hill. Picking up speed. Wet pavement. Need to slow down. Hydroplaning.…
At CU-Boulder I can see the life I have always wanted to live come together. Everything I love and am passionate about, is there. Leaving the Midwest to live out in the actual West is something I have been longing to do since I was a little girl. On our yearly trips to Wyoming and Colorado, I would stare up at the unforgiving cliffs of Rocky Mountain Range in awe and wonder.…
I once went on a hike on the Appalachian Trail with my mother. We set off and it started to rain on the first day, and my mom began to complain. By the end of the day, I wanted to jump off the mountain before I pushed her off it. Suffice to say, we were not well-suited hiking partners, due to our different processes; my mother dealt with her grievances by talking about the cold. On the other hand, I was just as miserable, but I attempted to ignore the dismal weather.…
I have always lived my life to the point where I could never be described with the words ‘midlife crisis’. I drove my first car at the age of two, trapezed at the age of seven, zip-lined at nine, and now at 18, I can say I’ve skydived. As cliché as it sounds, making the most out of life is ask I’ve really asked myself to do. Senior year was coming into a close, and me, being myself could not possibly let senior year pass me by as a simple toss of an overpriced cap and a few soppy hugs. At the time skydiving was at the top of my bucket list.…
Here is the story of the time I learned to hike a steep hill and learned to belay, a crazy day. It was humid in my house so when my friend Isabella M. asked if I would go hiking with her family on Hise MTN. , I obviously said yes, it would be my first time hiking. I packed a backpack and begun the walk to her house. We hopped into a car and began the drive to the mountain.…
As we drove away, I looked back with tears in my eyes and pain deep down in my heart. I knew that where we were going was far away from my hometown of Las Vegas, Nevada. I never thought that I would be feeling this kind of anguish as a 6-year old. Since that day I haven’t seen or spoken to my dad, nor do I want to. Moving away changed my life and it made me the person I am today.…
My sophomore year of high school, I received an award for Most Improved in cross country. That day I felt on top of the world. As a matter of fact, I felt on top of the world that entire season. I was never athletic, as a matter of fact, before joining Track the year before, I had never ran more than three feet in my entire life. The first day of cross country was an awful start.…
Clomp! Clomp! Clomp! Our boots pound the rocky Colorado trail in the middle of a cold, starry night above the massive tree line with a spectacular view of the lights of Leadville, as we hiked our first 14,000 foot mountain of the summer. Clomp!…