Going To The Sun Road Short Story

Grief stains me and there is nothing left. The extraordinary life she lived came to an abrupt end with her blood staining the snowy road of the car crash. It was always just me and Emilie. Mason and Emilie, Emilie and Mason. With her, it didn’t matter what people said about us. Strength allowed us to overcome the bullying, but without her, I can’t hold myself up. All of their nasty actions are put upon myself alone. I am lost. I am drowning and I cannot find the surface. Emilie was my lifesaver that has now sunk to the bottom. There’s is no saving me and there is no coming up for fresh air. My biggest fear in life was losing myself. So, there I was, lost, with nothing left to live for. There were no friends, no family, nothing. I couldn’t

Once I pack up the camp, I set out on the road- just me and my truck. I start onto the main road through glacier national park, Going to the Sun Road. Emilie loved to tell me about her adventures in the mountains. She said the road through the middle hits every landscape and landmark and it has the power to set free. Upon entering the park, I noticed a sign that says that this road comes with a warning: Warning this road will enable you to dive into nature and adventure. I don’t take this warning lightly. I hope that the warning is right because I am due for some fresh air. Still, I don’t know where I am going, I just follow the road as it winds through mountains and brushes the water’s edge. There are trees the size of giants and waterfalls spewing everywhere. The road follows a cliff above endless green valleys. The peaks are brushed with the winter’s snow, but life comes back to the mountainside. There has never been anything more beautiful than this moment. I turn on my favorite Taylor swift tune and crank the volume. As I drive through the park, I sing along to the soundtrack of my journey. My screaming voice echoes off of the mountains. There are viewpoints and lakes, but no wildlife. Most likely they’ve become scared off my singing and impulsive pop music. I don’t care though because I am screaming and for the first time in forever, I am

I traverse through the thick trees and uncover a lookout from which all you can see is nature. There is no sign of civilization. There is just green among the steep rocky cliffs across the valley. Below, is the road I was crossing just moments ago. As I continue, there are steep avalanche slopes, and run off made into waterfalls. Once I finally stopped singing, there were squirrels and muskrats. There were even mountain goats scaling up impossible cliffs. And at the top, I could see for as far as the world would go. There were peaks and sapphire blue lakes for as far as I could see. There were glaciers and trees. But the mountains were a wonder on their own. People scaled the mountainsides and wandered placed where vehicles could not drive. As of yesterday, I rarely left my city. If I did, it was only to go to another city. I had never learned to appreciate the backyard I live in. the world we live in this full of wonders made by hope and there is something special that strives you believe in yourself and think that anything is possible. Because it is: that’s what the mountains tell