steep cliff, with only one rope for support. I didn’t dare look down, had to look up at all times. I had…
Climbing is a challenging, unrelenting, and high-risk sport. Being a climber myself, I know the challenges and constant battle one has to push oneself further and further. Climbing itself has a long rich history. At the heart of the sport has long been the historic national park, Yosemite Valley. Yosemite Valley has seen centuries of climbing starting back in the 19th century. The valley is surrounded by large walls upon which have glorious views. These walls have attracted many climbers to them. These walls hold many historic climbs in their bones and have seen numerous…
“I have this fear. It causes my legs to shake. I break out in a cold sweat. I start jabbering to anyone who is nearby. As thoughts of certain death run through my mind, the world appears a precious, treasured place. I imagine my own funeral, then shrink back at the implications of where my thoughts are taking me. My stomach feels strange. My palms are clammy. I am terrified of heights.Of course, it’s not really a fear of being in a high place. Rather, it is the view of a long way to fall, of rocks far below me and no firm wall between me and the edge. My sense of security is screamingly absent. There are no guardrails, flimsy though I picture them, or other safety devices. I can rely only on my own surefootedness—or lack thereof.”…
Galasa Tasisa Preparation for College Writing 2 Essay #3 In the article “Fear of Heights: Teachers, Parents, and Students are Wary of Achievement.” Author Bob Chase, who is president of the National Education Association, pointed that teachers and parents should more worried about the students who are involved in many extracurricular activities after school. He called these students are the “C” students because they are busy doing activities after school and not engaging in their school work. For that case teachers and parents should worry less about the A student with two or three friends and worry more about the C student with an active extracurricular life.…
Around five, I drive to meet Mark at a restaurant in San Francisco. I chose to go across the Golden Gate Bridge despite a third phobia of mine – a fear of heights. This fear I discovered the hard way when I walked with Mark and some friends across this same bridge for a charity event. I had walked barely a third of the way when I looked down at the water. A dizzying fear took hold. I grabbed the railing and didn’t budge for fear of falling, or as crazy as it sounds, jumping to my death.…
There is the fight or flight that every living being uses, animal and human. Humans often have other bodily reactions to fear, such as fast heart rate, sweaty palms and many others. Often times, the same person can have different reactions to different situations. For example, when I take a big test or write an essay, my hands begin to sweat. Not only does this help me calm down, I am able to focus on the task at hand. I have had a lasting fear of “The back room” in my house, it is a room that is unfinished and is used for storage purposes. I fear the room because it has a decent amount of old stuff, the room is dusty, and it is a dwelling for many arthropods and arachnids. I do not hate the room itself, because it holds the water heater and all the tools to make my house work smoothly, but I fear what lies behind the boxes, the old board games, and the unknown inside it all. Every time I have to go back in the room, I shiver and shudder and pray that there is not any sudden movement that passes my feet. While I shiver at the thought of bugs and the unknown I also have a terrible fear of heights. My fear is so bad I can barely go on the final step of a six foot ladder. I refuse to go into the attic and I scoff at the idea of helping my sister put Christmas lights on the roof. When I do come to a situation when I am on a rooftop or on a mountain overlooking a valley, not only am I…
gine flying down a hill head first in the snow on an inner-tube, spinning out of control My dad and I spent the day in Boreal Ski Resort racing down on a snow covered mountain. It was awesome! It was perfect day in Tahoe but that was only part of the adventure.…
We said our final goodbyes to our house and started driving towards California with our cramped car. Beforehand my parents planned some places where we were going to go to along the way such as going to places we been never before, but eventually in about a week we would reach California! My mom and dad said that “we will definitely be going to Niagara Falls and Mount Rushmore and the rest of the things we will figure out along the way.” We went through Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska, Colorado, Wyoming, South Dakota, Utah, Colorado, and Nevada. To start, the first interesting place we stopped at was Niagara Falls in Ontario, Canada. At Niagara Falls we listened to the sound of the water rushing and the crisp and clear sound of the water. Our family took pictures in front of the waterfall with the water flying in our faces. “The waterfall is so pretty with that rainbow,” my family said in awe. At Niagara Falls the water was rushing down so fast you could hear the clear and crisp swooshing sound of the water. Niagara Falls is a waterfall that formed about 12,000 years ago and in the 1900’s it became a popular place for daredevils to do stunts and for people to go on honeymoons. On the way to our next stop we stopped by Notre Dame College in Indiana. Our family quickly looked at the campus and football field…
Eventually, we reached the top. The breathtaking view made the difficult and tiring journey worth it. The water gushed down the waterfall, continuing down the stream, occasionally bumping into rocks. I let out a satisfied sigh as I dipped my feet in the cold water.…
Climbing is a physical sport but it has also modified my attitude towards certain aspects of myself and of life. One thing I have gained more insight in ever since I started climbing, is my own strength, both physically and mentally. I am capable of more than I think, and while I train and learn to exceed my limits learn how much I can achieve. Every tricky pass I can’t seem to nail, every time I fall and have to start all over again, in the end they lead to the victory of topping my project.…
Having grown up in the Tahoe-Truckee area, participation in athletics and other team activities have taken up a vast majority of my fifteen years, and helped me find a variety of things I am passionate about. Though I am remarkably ardent about anything I embark in, skiing has always reigned victorious to all others. My participation in skiing has alluded me an outlet to escape from whatever outside sources weighed me down, and has given me the opportunity to meet a multitude of benevolent people while traveling in exemplary places. Participation in Squaw Valley Snow Sports has taught me a variety of lessons that I not only utilize on the mountain, but in my day to day life.…
Since I currently reside in Nevada what better getaway to choose than the one in my own backyard Lake Tahoe as a sports’ resort. This place is amazing not only during the snow season but all year with it’s beautiful lakes and mountains. I tried to summarize in a way that would capture the reader’s interest and just with the picture alone it draws your attention.…
It was a gorgeous day about five years ago. My family and I had left to Sugar mountain to practice skiing for our upcoming trip. We decided to stay for the long weekend of Labor day. It was my first time skiing and I had attended two ski lessons already. The sky there was as blue as the ocean and the air light as a feather. My excitement was through…
The first day I did three simple hikes. The first hike was the River Walk which was the easy portion of the Narrows hike. As I started hike the mountains surround me and the long vined plants lightly grazed my head within a light brush. As I looked around I could see deer and squirrels scurrying around in what is their home grazing on the plentiful plants and drinking from the rushing streams of water. The hike itself is ¾ of a mile until the narrows start; at this point a small bench and large sticks are provided for if you decided to start the narrows that day. I chose not to and wait until my last day so I can dedicate my whole last day hiking in the narrows. The next hike for day one was a ½ mile hike called weeping rock; the ½ mile part sounds easy but it is not. The entire hike is a steep uphill walk and since I’m not as physically fit as most this hike was an enormous challenge for me. At least the end of the trail is a reward. The name of the trail derives from a portion of the mountain leaking 400 year old water out of a natural spout. I took this opportunity and rushed toward the water and used it as a temporary shower as well did other incoming hikers to wash off all the sweat from my body. This water also made for an exceptional drink to quench my thirst with no chance of contamination. The last hike of the day I did the Emerald Pools paths. This hike had three levels with a pool 300 year old pools of water at each level. In total for each level the hike was around six miles. Although the walk in lengthy the hike itself is simple as long as you have hiked in the past and can keep your balance. As arrived at each pool at ate a portion of a cliff bar I had stored…
“He had been scared many times but never like this” – He’s very far away from his last chock nut and he’s worried that should he fall it would be like falling from a six-story building.…