Descriptive Essay On Sauk Mountain

Navigating the truck up the Sauk Mountain road, we were nearly at the five and half mile mark when the first true glimpse of Sauk Mountain’s west face came into view. Dead ahead, the four of us stared through the windshield fixated on the numerous switchbacks carved into the green vegetated hillside that emerged through the damp vaporous atmosphere. The summit above, hidden by a sea of clouds, the spectacle caught Holly by surprise generating a wake-up call. From her backseat position, “We’re climbing that?” she inquired with a tentative tone. In a matter of fact tone and without breaking his stare, “ya”, answered her Uncle Jack. Arriving at the trailhead at 4,300 feet above sea level, a quick glance at my watch indicated it was 9:30, and to no surprise there were no cars in the parking area. In truth, I even felt a little disappointed. With the weather forecast and the morning’s early indications appearing not promising, lead me to believe that we would be the only suckers out there. Strange as it may sound, I prefer early morning starts to beat the crowds, however, at the same time, not being the first to arrive leaves me somewhat at ease knowing that somewhere out there, there are fellow hikers close by. Judging by
Completely engulfed in a cloud system, my view of the three hikers offered an intriguing perspective of the high elevation visibility. Standing ten feet in front of me, Holly appeared in sharp focus against the rocky backdrop and misty air. The appearance of Jack Standing twelve feet beyond her was slightly faded. Even less visible engulfed in the grayish air a few feet in front of Jack stood Elaine. Any farther beyond Elaine, they would have been unrecognizable, just a silhouette in midair. Below, the sound of voices generated an eerie sensation as the thick mass completely concealed the