Miles of terrain and in the distance every last breath fading away. My shoes filled with dirt and rocks as if I’m walking barefoot. Every path I take there are sounds of animals talking and birds chirping. Sweat pours from my back and drops of water fall from my forehead. The footsteps in the dirt come from every direction and they display every last person who has made it to the top. When the hill's get tough it forces me to sprint up relieving all the aching and pain in my body. The hills get higher and my breathing starts to get faster. As I come to a steady pace the trees and branches whip me in the face, but after I turn the corner I realize I had just begun. The warmth and heat no longer overwhelming me, the cool evening chill cools me off. The distance between me and the other hikers have spreaded, but a couple of steps till I reach the peak. When I get higher up the trails it begins to vanish, leaving me in distress. But after all the obstacles I subsequently make it to the top. I climb the rocks and leap to the other side and I am rewarded with scenery that speaks a lot of words. The long-lasting hike up the mountains has left me with an unforgettable picture