Question

descriptive essay on a trip to the mountains

Answer 1

Answer:

I have known a place tucked away in the Blue Ridge mountains for a majority of my life. My family and I take an hour and a half long drive up to the mountains almost every weekend. Although the drive is always tiring, the final destination is always worth the trip. Personally, my family calls this place a second home. As a result of the cabin, my appreciation for nature grew and I started to learn the path to gaining a more peaceful, enjoyable approach to life.

Up in these mountains is a cabin: a sanctuary built for relaxation. As I approach the cabin, I’m immediately greeted by a gentle breeze that makes my cheeks redden and my smile grow. The breeze continues to blow and the trees sway slightly to produce a song created from the swaying of the Evergreen trees that rub against each other, and the leaves sliding across the dry ground. On lucky days , the bellowing whistle of the train blows greets us and combines with the sound of the wind to create the music of fall in the mountains. Stopping in my tracks, I look around in awe to see all of the colors under the sun mixing together in the trees to form the perfect mixture of bright yellows, wine colored reds, golden browns, pale greens, and dull or extravagant oranges. Ordinarily, a slight mist will ascend from the river and form at the top of the mountain, giving it a mystical appearance that came right out of a book.

I made a solemn promise to come again for a longer stay in the lap of nature.