I saw it again. A small brown blur whizzed by the ground in front of me. I had seen it several times in the past hour, or was this a different one? I was looking at an ugly, beady-eyed creature -I thought it was cute at first, but after staring at it for a while, its quite vicious looking. “It’s a prairie dog,” a voice suggested.
“Don’t those live in prairies?” I supposed. We were far from a prairie. At 11,000 feet above sea level, I was in the midst of a six-mile hike to the peak of a 13,000-foot mountain. (Maybe it’s a meerkat, “No, those live in Africa”) Two exhausting miles into the hike, we were observing a plump, petite creature eyeing us askance. I watched as the alleged prairie dog/meerkat scurried vigorously up the hill and into the base of an extremely massive pile of rocks. I collapsed onto the dirt next to the rock-pile and scrutinized the ridge above that I supposed was our final destination
Climbing past the topmost tree line, the surroundings changed instantaneously, like walking from one world into another. We had begun our journey in the heart of a wooded forest past a clear glistening lake, engulfed with the smell of pine and wet earth. Further along our expedition and another two thousand feet in elevation, the existence of the towering trees ended abruptly along with all other signs of life; save an occasional brown hirsute creature and a thorny shrub. I supposed that survival at such a high altitude was near impossible. The air was thin and parched and made my lungs feel like they were being squeezed from the inside.
Black-Footed Ferret The black-footed ferret is a slim, short-short legged animal that lives in dry prairies where prairie dogs are abundant. They are a member of the weasel family and are the rarest mammal in North America. Their natural habitat was the Great Plains from Texas to south central Canada. The black-footed ferret has a yellow-buff colored body and a dark brown on black face. It also ...
Leaving our packs behind, we picked ourselves up and started toward the rocky ridge 400 meters ahead of us. The dust and dirt was suddenly replaced by sharp rocks void of any vegetation or life. We had reached the ridge and what I thought was the destination of our climb. Revealed to me was a 1,600 foot obstacle of boulders and sharp oversized stones at such an angle that I could not see the end. The trek to the top was more than demanding and I wondered if I could ever accomplish it. Pressing on, the view began to open up and I stopped, not only to catch my breath, but also to take in the remarkable 180-degree panorama. As I sat on a sturdy boulder, I took in the
view. Feeling glued to the rock, I wanted to sit there forever and marvel at the landscape.
Three hours later, I neared the top of the mountain. I felt my heart pounding in anticipation of the goal I had devoted five grueling hours struggling to reach. Ascending to the summit became an intangible complex, and at that moment, I wanted nothing more in the world than to reach that highest peak. A powerful gust of wind nearly toppled me over and I knew the zenith was near. I conquered another plateau and searched for the next hill to scale and realized this was not just another landmark or ridge in the passageway to the pinnacle; this was the top.
I had finally made it.
What I saw was not an endless blockade of jagged rocks. I stared straight ahead and saw a surreal sea glimmering thousands of feet downward and miles to the horizon. This horizon was the state of Nevada, and I was looking at the illustrious Mono Lake. I was at the zenith of the highest mountain in a hundred miles and the view in any direction is unobstructed. I walked in a small radius on the peak. there were breathtaking views 360 degrees around. Snow-capped mountains surrounded us on all sides. I saw Mono Lake embedded in a valley hundreds of miles away. To the west, left of the path we had journeyed, I saw Tuolumne Meadows and the twin lakes. I observed the tree line we had passed through so many miles back where the vegetation abruptly ended. Gazing in the direction we came from, I couldn’t make out the road we had parked the car on and retraced our path in my head. I was at the top. I had indeed made it.
(Dis)solves the Turnover ProblemPlease help with the following case study found in the textbook: Managing Organizational Change: AMultiple Perspectives Approach written by Ian Palmer, Richard Dunford, and Gib Akin (2006). Pleaseanswer questions in detail.Green Mountain Resort (Dis)solves the Turnover ProblemGreen Mountain Resort was not expected to be in business for very long, not that anyone was ...
Studying our pathway, I realized that attaining the summit did not mark the completion of our voyage. I was standing at Midway. A dozen snapshots, a bag of yogurt trail mix, and twenty-five short minutes later, we began our decent. The path downward was tricky if not difficult. Apprehension for the rest of the journey ahead shrouded my sense of accomplishment at first, but the more I thought about the obstacles I had overcome to reach my objective, the journey to the end became effortless. We had spent ten long and satisfying hours on that mountain with nothing but two bags of yogurt trail mix to nourish ourselves with. In two hours, we reached our starting point and wearily headed home.
We stopped at a gas station for hot food and water on the way home. Browsing through a postcard rack I had been standing next to, a familiar brown haze caught my eye. Upon further examination, I recognized the furry, beady-eyed rodent displayed. “Marmots of California,” the caption said. Smiling, I limped my way out the door.