A Hiking Trip
English Essay on "A Hiking Trip"
Hiking means a walking tour for pleasure especially in the countryside’. It is the best way of enjoying nature. In our country the hills are popular resorts for hiking, because they offer beauties of nature. Last year in summer, I had a chance of going on a hiking trip an the company of some friends.
It was the second week of June. The monsoon had not yet set in. We planned a cross-country walk in the Murree Hills. We made necessary preparations, bought a sufficient supply of food, and reached Murree by bus and spent the night there.
Early in the morning we got up, collected our things and set out.educationsight.blogspot.com The sky was clear blue, and the morning was peasant. Soon we were out of the town. The road suddenly ended on the top of a hill, and a ma narrow track led downward winding through the tall, graceful pines. The green turf was under our feet and the pine branches rustled over cur heath. The sun had risen and its rays fell on the earth where the trees were not thick. It was a pleasure to walk, for we were in no hurry, and the scene was glorious and the morning quiet and cool. We were speechless with delight. We walked leisurely wherever that winding path led us, up and down the hills.
About midday, we reached an open space among the trees and suddenly a gentle breeze blew in our faces. It was cool and brought with it a soft murmuring sound. A few steps further, we came upon a spring. The clear water sorted from the earth and ran down the slope rippling and sparkling’ in the sun. I had never seen such a delightful scene. We sat down on the soft grass near the spring. One of my companions brought out his camera and took many photographs. We were tired and hungry now. So we unpacked our lunch. As we finished eating, a gentle drowsiness overcame us and we fell asleep.
It was 4 o’clock when we woke up. We resumed our hike and, an hour later, we reached the narrow valley below. There were a dozen small stone houses. As we reached near’ a house, a sheepdog appeared all of a sudden and stood in our way. It barked rather threateningly. Now I never trust dogs, though wise people say that barking dogs seldom bite. But who knows when a dog will stop barking and start biting! So I stopped where I was. Now it was the turn of the children. They came and stared’ at us until an elderly man came out of a house and scared’ them away He was good and hospitable. We stayed the night in that village and returned to Murree the next morning.
It was the second week of June. The monsoon had not yet set in. We planned a cross-country walk in the Murree Hills. We made necessary preparations, bought a sufficient supply of food, and reached Murree by bus and spent the night there.
Early in the morning we got up, collected our things and set out.educationsight.blogspot.com The sky was clear blue, and the morning was peasant. Soon we were out of the town. The road suddenly ended on the top of a hill, and a ma narrow track led downward winding through the tall, graceful pines. The green turf was under our feet and the pine branches rustled over cur heath. The sun had risen and its rays fell on the earth where the trees were not thick. It was a pleasure to walk, for we were in no hurry, and the scene was glorious and the morning quiet and cool. We were speechless with delight. We walked leisurely wherever that winding path led us, up and down the hills.
About midday, we reached an open space among the trees and suddenly a gentle breeze blew in our faces. It was cool and brought with it a soft murmuring sound. A few steps further, we came upon a spring. The clear water sorted from the earth and ran down the slope rippling and sparkling’ in the sun. I had never seen such a delightful scene. We sat down on the soft grass near the spring. One of my companions brought out his camera and took many photographs. We were tired and hungry now. So we unpacked our lunch. As we finished eating, a gentle drowsiness overcame us and we fell asleep.
It was 4 o’clock when we woke up. We resumed our hike and, an hour later, we reached the narrow valley below. There were a dozen small stone houses. As we reached near’ a house, a sheepdog appeared all of a sudden and stood in our way. It barked rather threateningly. Now I never trust dogs, though wise people say that barking dogs seldom bite. But who knows when a dog will stop barking and start biting! So I stopped where I was. Now it was the turn of the children. They came and stared’ at us until an elderly man came out of a house and scared’ them away He was good and hospitable. We stayed the night in that village and returned to Murree the next morning.
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