One night after going out and shooting some pool at a local bar my boyfriend decided that we should take a trip up to Niagara Falls. We got into my little white soft top Mitsubishi eclipse, Joe my boyfriend, Justin his friend, and myself. Let’s just say it was a tight fit seeing my boyfriend is six-two. Plus his friend is almost as tall and what polite people would say bigger boned. We’re in one of the coldest places in the world, well at least it felt like it, Buffalo New York. Buffalo is right on the edge of The Great Lake Erie and is about twenty minutes from Niagara Falls. There was about a foot of pure white snow and the radiant sun had just gone down leaving the sky with small rays of light and you could still see some of the gorgeous sunset. Buffalo in the winter is not the loveliest places in the world. But if you happen to be young and in love your heart will take you anywhere. Which is why I was in New York even though I hate the state that is where my boyfriend used to reside. I say used to because he has since moved to Pennsylvania and now he is a changed man.
Anyhow the three of us started the drive from a little bar called Macaroons to The Falls. Using our phone for navigation and still ended up getting lost. At that point finally we asked someone for directions and arrived at The Falls around thirty minutes later. We drove around for about five minutes before founding a parking spot.
I hesitated as I opened the car door for I knew that it was not very pleasant outside. As I got out of the car I felt the cold seep into my bones and I started to shiver. The wind howled and nipped my nose, and ears, turning them a brilliant cherry red. I could hear the loud rushing sound of water in the distance. And the streets wher...
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...oe had even given me his jacket and now both of us were shivering without relent. We trekked through the dark desolate park back to my small car. Leaving the splendid Falls for a warmer day to return to. We walked promptly huddled against one another to keep warm and protect our bodies from the wind. Upon reaching the car I could not feel my nose, ears, face, hands, or toes anymore. I jumped in the car never so happy to be inside the vehicle. We sat for a few minutes to let the car warm up so we could defrost ourselves enough to make the long drive home.
The cold was almost unbearable but if we had not ventured out on this cold night I would never been able to experience something so breathtaking. I hope to return to The Falls again next Christmas but next time I will dress a little warmer and be sure to take some pictures to capture my unforgettable experience.
cold, harsh, wintry days, when my brothers and sister and I trudged home from school burdened down by the silence and frigidity of our long trek from the main road, down the hill to our shabby-looking house. More rundown than any of our classmates’ houses. In winter my mother’s riotous flowers would be absent, and the shack stood revealed for what it was. A gray, decaying...
The mountains were tall (11,000 feet +) and covered with bright powdery snow. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. I was eager to set-up camp and prepare for our nine day hunt. But, Dad said that we had to drive around and check out all the good places, just to make sure that we were in the best area. This was partially understandable, but since I am a teenager I'm not supposed to understand anything! So, we spent another several hours driving. We went up and down through the mountains and then we saw it. The spot was beautiful; it was right on the edge of a vertical drop-off, over looking everything. It was like paradise, but colder!
First, Even though it was cold, I took of the jacket during lunch and played kickball in a thin shirt, my arms feeling like braille from goosebumps. But when i returned to class i slipped the jacket on and shivered until i was warm. I sat on my hands, heating them up,while my teeth chattered liked a cup of crooked dice. Finally warm, I slid out of the jacket but a few minutes later put it back on when the fire bell rang. We paraded out into the yard where we,the sixth graders, walked
It was going to be the time of our lives. Four buddies of mine and I went out to Jackson, Wyoming to do some of the best snowboarding of our lives. It was our chance to get away from home for a week and have the best time of our lives. The trip out there was extremely boring driving through Iowa, Nebraska, and Wyoming. Possibly the three most boring states in the country.
Dave started walking home. The winter was the worst time of the year for him. He had tons of paper work, and not enough light to work with. The generator he was able to afford could only power a small wattage of lights and it simply was not enough to work with. My eyes are already bad enough, he thought as he pulled off his glasses to clean the snow from the lenses. Dave readjusted his hat to better cover his face and slid the bifocals back on his nose. Snow crunched under his feet as he trudged home. It was a particularly dead night and not even the moon dared to show his face. He had no car's headlights to light his path. All he had was the occasional street lamp, ...
On through Alberta and into BC. Not long now. As we grew closer to the coast, the air grew warmer and there was a fine mist all around us. Driving through the fields of the Fraser Valley, I could see huge mountains in the distance. I was very excited and thrilled by all the sights and sounds around me. Soon we were in Vancouver and I could see the ocean. We drove to Kitsilano. There were people, sitting outside cafes, in sandals, in November! This was nirvana. Exactly where I wanted to be, for the rest of my
After the first day of setting up camp, going fishing and doing all sorts of other activities, we started to prepare for hiking up the mountain the next day. Climbing the mountain was nothing new for us, we have gone up the same mountain every year we habe been camping in Pitkin. The following morning was perfect, there was almost no wind, a few clouds, and a good temperature. I was feeling great and looking
Once you get to the Falls you need to find somewhere to park your car. Then you can go and walk around on the path looking at the waterfalls enjoy the warm weather. While you are there take pictures with your friend or have your friend take a picture of you by the Falls.Then once you are done walking around go to the gift shop to buy something to remind you of your trip at Falls Park. Also, you could grab a coffee before you leave the park.
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
captive by a sheath of frost, as were the glacial branches that scraped at my windows, begging to get in. It is indeed the coldest year I can remember, with winds like barbs that caught and pulled at my skin. People ceaselessly searched for warmth, but my family found that this year, the warmth was searching for us.
We left the campground at about 8 o'clock in the morning. It was a Saturday, so The Dells was super busy, it took us about an hour to get to the place. It was a very warm morning in Wisconsin Dells. The sun wasn't shining, but it was very humid. But with the thought of zip lining in the back of my mind, I was shivering. When we got to the place where we would zip line, it started to rain and that made it a lot colder for me. We could see this extremely tall tower awaiting our arrival. When I saw it, my heart sunk to my stomach.
Through the corner of my eye, a car surged to a halt at the blinking red light. The breeze collided with my face, what a good feeling it was, cooling my warm skin. In the sweltering heat, a heat as wild as a loose, angered gorilla, I gazed through the tinted matt window, it was difficult to see. I made a picture out of the fuzzy view and saw a glamorous women sat beside a striking man. I looked at the car, with watery eyes, I regretted how I, I could have earned myself a fabulous car like that; it was not the case as I derailed my education far too early to get myself there. I turned a deaf ear to it.
I was so tired, even attempting to keep my eyes open was a struggle. My whole body was drunk with fatigue after a hard day’s work, constantly staring at a computer screen and typing away as if in a solemn trance. My bony white hands, their blood frozen by the bitter winter frost were clutching to the steering wheel like a helpless man gripping the edge of a cliff, desperately holding on picturing his fate. My brain wanted to give in, to remain in the lapses of sleep that I kept drifting in and out of. I took a fleeting look outside, the weather beaten road looking everlasting. The endless rows of mud splashed dense hedges that thrive with life in the spring but appear lifeless with their menacing razor-sharp thorns in the harsh winters. These hedges hoard any objects spattered off the road by scurrying vehicles in the November rains. It felt like I was going round in a circle, my battered tyres skating round the bends and twists of the road. The beam of my headlights scuttling of the icy tarmac and off into the gloom sky being finally consumed by the carnivorous looming clouds. I gla...
The falls were rushing down layer after layer making a massive pool at the bottom. The water was ice cold with the ground feeling as slick as a freshly cut piece of countertop. After we had cooled off by swimming in the water, we started our four miles hike back down the mountain. However, this time I did not use my phone once, I just took in the magnificence with my eyes rather than looking through a lense.
We scrambled for our coats and bundled up as needed. My family and I took in the views around us. The sky was light blue, filled with low hanging clouds. Since we were so high up, the clouds felt the need to come down and kiss us on our face. It was an exceptional feeling: being one with the clouds who usually seem light years away. As we turned to file back into the car, we couldn’t help but notice the snow. My siblings and I were flabbergasted by the presence of snow in July. We sprinted to the other side of the road and began to embrace the snowy mountainside. Our laughs and yells echoed through the valley as we compiled snow and started a war. Less than five minutes later, I ran back down to the safety of my parents and my siblings followed. We continued on our