My Hike in Yosemite :: Autobiography, Personal Experience

The trip began when I took a small blue jet pencil and signed by name on the release forms mandatory to hike in Yosemite National Park. I and nine of my friends left the forest fire fighter station that night with a neatly folded map and a felling of fervour to what lay ahead. The long drive to the park left us stock(a) and in need of a good nights sleep. We resolved to stay in tent city like most hikers do before they set out for their trek. Tent city was a hulky subdivision of tents that resembled a community of houses. Each tent was perfectly provide in its appearance and made up a total of cardinal tents. Before we went to bead, we studied our maps and made an itinerary to the amount of hiking we would do. The next solar day began with an alarm clock echoing in my ears at 6 a.m. Our first off eld hike started early and began with one of the most impressive features of the park. El Capitan is a giant slab of granite leaning that towers thousands of feet above the valley floor. Like a skyscraper, the rock has a presence of amazement surrounding its every cracking and crack. After a few minutes of starring at the rock had passed, Eric the leader for that days hike shouted that it was time to go. Because the leader was in charge of the navigation and speed we traveled, he knew that we would not make our camping if we did not continue. Time drugged along as the weight of a forty-pound acquit full of food and water dug into to my bony shoulders. My pack seemed to be getting heaver as the day went on. My shoulders pulsed with pain from the thinly blow up straps that connected to my pack. Four hours of this pain was all I could handle. I distinct that this was enough I indispensable to stop. I shouted to Eric that I needed to take a break. He quickly turned around and verbalise it was okay if we stopped. Because it was close to lunch everyone agreed and we all set shoot down to eat lunch. Each one of us was caring five days worth of food for our trek. Every meal was neatly packed in a clear plastic bag and labeled for when it should be eaten. I opened up a package of peanut butter cracked from my lunch package and stared into the open field we had stopped in.