Wilderness Ranch My whole life, I’ve always wanted to be able to say I’ve done something unlike anyone else has ever done. This past summer, my YoungLife leader Jordyn told me about a 6 day backpacking trip YoungLife was taking in the San Juan Mountains in Colorado. 6 months later, I ended up on the thirty hour bus ride to Creede, Colorado surrounded by 50 other high-schoolers. My best friends and I were on our way to Wilderness Ranch, a Young Life camp where everyone gathered before being shipped off into the mountains for 6 days. Once we arrived, we immediately started packing every type of temperate clothing we had in our closets. After the busy, stressful process of packing pots, pans, coats, toiletries, and shoes into our bags, it was
From the prologue through chapter one in “Wilderness and the American Mind”, the author emphasizes the affect wilderness had on the Europeans during the colonization of America. In today’s society, we are familiar with the concept of wilderness but few of us have experienced the feeling of being encapsulated in the unfamiliar territory. Today we long for wilderness, crave it even. We use it as an outlet to escape the pace of life. However, we have a sense of safety that the Europeans did not. We are not isolated in the unfamiliar, help is usually a phone call away. Though we now view the wilderness as an oasis because we enter at our own terms, in the early colonial and national periods, the wilderness was an unknown environment that was viewed as evil and dangerous.
I woke up early in the morning with pure excitement. Today, I was heading to Cedar Point with my long time close friend, Sarah. The sun was shining, it was the perfect mood to go to an amusement park. My mom and I drove through the flat cornfields of Ohio, to her farmhouse. Once I picked up Sarah, we were headed to America’s Rockin’ Roller-Coast also known as Cedar Point. Cedar Point is on a peninsula surrounded by the fresh waters of Lake Erie located . It's actually quite nice, if you don't include the often high winds which often force the employees to close the rides due to the high risk of liability and the frequent nats. The Dragster is sitting smack dab in the middle of the park's midway. The height makes the dragster something that you can’t miss, especially on the causeway.
It was a very quiet morning and everything was very settled on May 5th, 1864 in the state Virginia, until a high powered Battle broke loose on a very open and vulnerable terrain that stretched 70 miles wide and 30 miles long. The battle ended just 2 days later on May 7th. By the end, over 3,700 soldiers lost their lives, of what was left over 4,000 were missing or captured. The 162,000 involved lives were changed for a battle that was found inclusive. What was this pointless battle called? Its known as “The Battle of the Wilderness”. This battle was between the Potomac, IX corps (Yankees) and the Army of Northern Virginia (confederates) .The Yankees were lead by Ulysses S.Grant and George G. Meade and the confederates were controlled by Robert E. Lee.
The Sandia Mountains named after a watermelon in Spanish because of the red light that shines over them in the evening. Located in Albuquerque, New Mexico, it’s great for an afternoon hike. We decide to drive to the mountains and arrived at around 2 pm.
I awake by the music playing on the radio on 92.5FM. The clock read 5 ’o’ clock in the morning. While I could be sleeping in like everyone else my age, I rise quickly to put on a pair of bootcut jeans and a tanktop with my long, blonde hair pulled into a low ponytail. Lastly, I pull my ponytail through my blue and yellow hat with Rockin W Ranch stitched across the front. As I’m leaving for another long, hard working day on the horse ranch, I slip on my well worn cowboy boots. My day involves hard labor like: bailing hay, grooming horses, working horses, throwing saddles on Appoloosa horses, different obstacles, and my favorite riding horses. Around one in the afternoon, my legs and arms begin to shake with fatigue, but I must push on. I will move forward to finish as strong as I started.
The Interior Plains is a region in west-central Canada, in the Mountain and Central time zones. It is the fourth largest region of Canada. Majority of the Interior Plains is prairie land with lots of flatlands. The total area of this region is 1, 900, 000 km². Approximately nineteen percent of Canada’s population lives in the Interior Plains region. This region includes certain points of interests and attractions such as city areas like downtown Calgary and natural sightseeing areas like the Rocky Mountains. The majority of the Interior Plains is prairie land, with many trees and grass. Most of this area is wide, open spaces and flat land. Some of the animals living here include deer, wolves, and
Gloomy New England is no place for an active pack such as mine. There, the pack's buoyant purple, teal, and navy blue colors seem lost in shadow. Helpless, I do likewise, and watch my skin turn from a healthy tan to sickly white. We can hardly wait for the upcoming vacation. I take my pack to and from school with me. Holding up to 5600 cubic inches, my pack feels comfortable on my back even with sixty pounds of gear.
I would like to own a deer Ranch. You have to keep the fenced in area managed to look like the woods. My deer ranch will be in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. The name of my business would be Antler Ridge Deer Ranch. A deer ranch is a fenced in area where my Whitetail deer will be raised to be hunted as wild game. This would be my ideal business. It sounds like fun but there is a lot that comes with owning your own deer ranch. It takes a lot of your time and energy to manage. It will cost a lot of money, but in the end, you should end up ahead. This is all possible if you have a business plan.
Would you like to visit a nice and quiet place?Imagine walking on the soft slopes of a beautiful mountain, witnessing true beauty. A place full of wilderness and open grasslands, on the side of a hill with an amazing view of the city. So many amazing experiences are formed at the Pyrenees Mountains. This is an experience you will never forget and is well worth your time and money. The Pyrenees Mountains divide Spain, on the south side and France, on the north. They have world renowned festivals and events that make this mountain the place to be. Visiting the Pyrenees is a once in a lifetime experience and with so many reasons to go, you should be booking your plane tickets right now.
Walking through the woods never fails to clear my mind. After spending all day sitting in a stale classroom, filled with stress, confusion, and overwhelming responsibilities, taking a long stroll through the familiar woods behind my grandmother’s house lifts any worries that could ever weigh me down. I never wander through aimlessly. I always follow the trail of grass that has been deliberately cut down shorter than the rest, making it easier to tread through to the small creek at the end of the trail. The entire journey through the woods behind my grandmother’s house, there and back, first took on a whole new importance in my life during my junior year of high school.
The ruckus from the bottom of the truck is unbearable, because of the noise and excessive shaking. As we slowly climbed the mountain road to reach our lovely cabin, it seemed almost impossible to reach the top, but every time we reached it safely. The rocks and deep potholes shook the truck and the people in it, like a paint mixer. Every window in the truck was rolled down so we could have some leverage to hold on and not loose our grip we needed so greatly. The fresh clean mountain air entered the truck; it smelt as if we were lost: nowhere close to home. It was a feeling of relief to get away from all the problems at home. The road was deeply covered with huge pines and baby aspen trees. Closely examining the surrounding, it looks as if it did the last time we were up here.
For those who like winter sports like skiing and snowboarding, we have just the perfect place- the remote yet very popular mountain resort called Balea Lake.
I awoke to the sun piercing through the screen of my tent while stretching my arms out wide to nudge my friend Alicia to wake up. “Finally!” I said to Alicia, the countdown is over. As I unzip the screen door and we climb out of our tent, I’m embraced with the aroma of campfire burritos that Alicia’s mom Nancy was preparing for us on her gargantuan skillet. While we wait for our breakfast to be finished, me and Alicia, as we do every morning, head to the front convenient store for our morning french vanilla cappuccino. On our walk back to the campsite we always take a short stroll along the lake shore to admire the incandescent sun as it shines over the gleaming dark blue water. This has become a tradition that we do every morning together
It was early in the morning, when the remarkably ecstatic seventh grade class was excited and ready to participate on an amazing journey all the way down to Ivoryton, Connecticut for “Nature’s Classroom.” Nature’s Classroom was a sleepaway camp in Ivoryton, about two hours from Kew-Forest. In this camp, the students experience much knowledge about nature, as well as learning about respecting each other and working together as a team. I lugged up my suitcase and my other bags down to the main rotunda of our school. I had seen my friends excited, ready with all their bags to go on this five-day trip; the area was thick with much joy and cheer for the trip! For me, this was not the first time that we had the opportunity to participate on an overnight trip. Last year, when I was in the sixth grade, we had gone to this same camp for three days. The same goes with the sixth grade of this year. Unfortunately, however, my best friend, Nicolas, was unable to attend the trip in sixth grade due to an untimely sickness. However, this time he was surely ready to participate this wonderful trip down to Ivoryton, Connecticut. The entire seventh grade class was eagerly waiting for the coach bus to arrive; we had wished that the bus would arrive sooner!
If I had my keys at that moment, I definitely would have packed up and left. Even with my gloves, coat, and hat, I still froze my behind off. I remembered a helpful tip my dad told me to help keep warm if I were ever really cold – exercise. Exercising would help get my blood flow going and would also give me something to do. I began jogging around the campground on the small gravel path. It did not take long for me to notice that I did feel warmer. I can so vividly remember my campfire in the distance beckoning to me like a lighthouse on the oceanside. After fifteen minutes, I decided to head