Melanie Tyler Eng. 090 Illustrative Essay The Perfect Mountain Getaway When the stress and chaos of the “The Mile High City” can be nearly unbearable, head up the never ending road, filled with bends, leading to the ever so quiet cabin. Gravel grumbles under the car’s tires as we pull up the winding road. The fresh mountain air hits our bodies like a ton of bricks and instantly rejuvenates us. Being ever so quaint and personal, the view from the old rusted porch makes them feel at home.
Every morning at exactly 0400 hours he would get dressed and pray for Andy and the men lost in that battle. Today he had a different kind of battle confronting himself and Darcy. They had decided to go together to Cecelia’s house, hoping that this conflict will be resolved peacefully. They stood on a cleanly swept veranda, edging towards the door with their hearts racing. Bob went first, how will she take the news?
Daylight was creeping in slowly and we all knew it. One last look of the duck hole and we were on our way to the blind. Finally one more step closer to the hunt of a lifetime. I was ready. A chilly, north wind made the decoys come alive, which would for sure bring the ducks in.
Whitetail Deer Whitetail deer are an amazing species of animal that have very high senses such as sight, hearing, and even smell. They like to eat grass, corn, oats, and apples. Females carry their fawns for up to nine months, males mark their territory with their antlers and scent to tell everyone else they are there, they have special adaptations to help them stay hidden, and they have a very specific hunting season. The female deer also called a doe mates with a males also called a buck when she is in heat. After the buck impregnates the doe she will carry the fawn for six to nine months.
As I gathered information I would pass it on to my eldest son based in the Continental Army. In Autumn 1777 the British told me that my family and I had to sleep early today because they were holding an very important meeting and said they would awaken me when the meeting was finished. Although I nodded my head and said ok, I only pretended to sleep and listened to the meeting where the British were planning to attack the Continental Army in a surprise move. I could hear my own heart beating – the heart now jumping with emotions to which I don’t know how to describe my feelings. It seemed to me that the moment never ended.
‘Take a photo.’ I waited until Simon had his camera ready before planting my axe over the ridge on to the east side and heaving myself over onto the broad-backed col under the summit. For the first time in four days I had a new view on which to feast. The sun bathed the snow sweeping down into the eastern glacier. After the long, cold, shadowed days on the West Face it felt luxurious to sit there warmed by the sun. I had forgotten that, now we were climbing in the Southern Hemisphere, everything
I could see in his eyes that he was excited for me; as excited as he would have been if he had made the shot. The rest of the afternoon was spent preparing the buck, talking about the shot with family and friends. At sixteen I had accomplished this on my own; taken the necessary steps to practice out of respect for the hunt, to prevent an animal from suffering. This had been the “perfect shot,” a moment that would never be repeated except in my memories. There will be other shots that hit with the same precision, but the moment will never be the same.
As I got closer I caught a glimpse and froze, they had spotted me and were on their heels. There were six head of elk, two calves, one cow and three decent sized bulls. Five minutes had passed and they finally relaxed, dropping their heads and eating some grass. I stood there and out of the corner of my eye I saw a good six point bull coming through the trees and creating havoc with his set of antlers. That’s when the adrenaline started pumping and I started shaking.
So, this means we think about sleep. Therefore, we become tired or at least we “think” we are tired. Spring is when people experience the most feeling good in sunlight. After a winter of gloomy skies we welcome the nice warmer and bright, sunny days. This is the time to get outside and enjoy it.
Laundry, work, meals, the usual day to day stuff in prison. As the all-call speaker rings out that count is clear, I push the button to open my door and race up the stairs to the dayroom. It’s always a race to do laundry in the early morning, because you never know what is going to happen throughout the day that could hinder your ability to do laundry later. As I make it to the laundry room, with its three washers and three dryers, I grab the first open washer I can. Quickly I pour in my laundry soap and start the machine, hoping I have enough time to run back downstairs.