A Hiking trip (essay)

 Essays

 A HIKING TRIP

1-Walking tour for pleasure
2-Nature in all its beauty
3-Out of the town
4-Took many photographs
5-Unpacked our lunch
6- A sheep dog appeared
7- Turn of the children
 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 there you see nature in all its beauty. Last year in summer, I had a chance to go on a hiking trip in the company of some friends. It was the second week of June. 

Muree

The monsoon had not yet set in. We planned a cross-country walk in the Murrce Hills. We made necessary preparations and reached Murree by bus, and spend the night there. Early in the morning we got up, collected our things and set out. The sky was clear blue, and the morning was pleasant. Soon we were out of the town. The road ended on the top of a hill, and a small narrow track led downward windng through tail, graceful pines.
 The green turf was under our feet and the pine branches over our heads. 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. The scene was glorious, and the morning was quiet and cool. We were speechless with wonder and delight. 
We walked leisurely wherever that winding path led us, up and down the hills. 
About midday, we reached an open spacc 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 spurted from the earth and ran down the slope rippling and sparkling in the sun. I had never before 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 resinned 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 sheep dog 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. And so did my friends.
 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 Murrcc the next morning. Early in the morning we got up, collected our things and set out.
 The sky was clear blue, and the morning was pleasant. Soon we were out of the town. The road ended on the top of a hill, and a small narrow track led downward windng through tail, graceful pines. The green turf was under our feet and the pine branches over our heads. 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. The scene was glorious, and the morning was quiet and cool. We were speechless with wonder and delight. We walked leisurely wherever that winding path led us, up and down the hills. About midday, we reached an open spacc 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 spurted from the earth and ran down the slope rippling and sparkling in the sun. I had never before 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 resinned 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 sheep dog 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. 
And so did my friends. 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 Murrcc the next morning.