The great city of Anchorage calls my name, in the radiant crystal flakes of snow delitcaley making its way down to Alaska to seek refuge on the ground. The city of my birth calls my name to roam around in the beautiful white snow. The description of Anchorage, Alaska can be seen all in a picture long ago a picture of a four year old girl smiling not having a clue in the world that she would no longer be apart of the glorious snow glistening near her shuffle. All the way to McAllen,Texas where thirteen years later has a ticket in her hand and books a plane straight to Anchorage, Alaska. The plane ride flashed within a blink of an eye, for eight hours the time seemed to be avoided with deep sleep and movies from my childhood. Though the ride was smooth my luggage unfortunately ended the fairytale and rushed in reality. My luggage would not be journeying my site seeing for the rest of the trip thanks to a malfunction in all the …show more content…
BEEP BEEP a Black honda civic honks in the front parking lot of the airport. The outside was frosty cold enough to catch every breath of exhalation from myself into lil puffs of clouds escaping my mouth. Only irony escapes my thoughts knowing that it would be freezing in the middle of January and not bringing a decent jacket , but only a thin sweater just for show and not for external use. Grandma Felicia chuckling in the driver's seat watching her frozen granddaughter getting into the passenger seat thawing out inside the car desperately trying to thaw herself out. The first place we wonder to is the Northway mall filled with many stores such as footlocker or the vibe. Every Mall of course needs a food court like the pancake house or every coffee drinkers favorite shop starbucks. We shopped till we dropped and headed on to my grandma's home. She lived in a peaceful
Every cold Alberta winter, or dry summer, makes me long for the East Coast. When I grow tired of the brown dirty hills of Alberta, I can close my eyes and picture being back in New Brunswick, bright green meadows and clear rivers. I miss how the fog creeps into your yard in the early mornings, the bittersweet smell of the sea that never could be washed out, I miss the feeling of home. As a child, my family and I would road trip, traveling East to the sea. I remember how the vastness of Alberta would change into the golden prairies of Saskatchewan, then shift into the forested hills of Ontario, and finally the calm rocky shores of New Brunswick. I remember the house we lived in, white paint peeling off the sides of the house, a Canadian and Arcadian flag flying on the porch (put there by my historian of a cousin), floral green wallpaper clashing with antique, mismatched furniture. That house has been in my family for generations, each of our stories have been told, beautiful new memories have been made there. I miss it so much. I miss the beach side bonfires, sparks drifting so far away they became stars, the rainy marketplace days, coming home and smelling like fish. The Alberta cold makes my heartache, I want to go home. My home is a comfortable old cabin, where I grew to not be scared of a
It was 1927 in the small town of Eagle, Alaska, when the story of Anne Hobbs took place. Anne was a nineteen-year-old elementary teacher from Colorado and by her attendance to a lecture at her school by the territorial commissioner of education, she found that there was an open position to teach children in Chicken, Alaska. Anne was convinced that going to Alaska sounded “exciting and adventurous” so she signed up and she went off. Author, Robert Specht, and Anne herself, tell the story of Tisha, the story of Anne’s struggles and adventures in Alaska, and how she went from a cheechako to a “true-blue” Alaskan.
When one thinks of war they think of one side attacking the other, but in this war we spend much of our time in damp, muddy trenches, which smell of sewage and rotting corpses. The sun is high so we all lay low in the trenches to avoid sniper fire. So I sit and rest enjoying the break, using the time to clean my bolt-action rifle. My fellow brothers-in-arms are busy taking care of everyday tasks such as personal hygiene or writing letters home.
One of the fondest, most memorable places from my childhood has to be Crested Butte, Colorado, where my family and I use to vacation. Every single time I remember back to that place, I can’t help but smile as I recall the memories associated with that magical white paradise. From the drive up into Colorado, seeing beautiful, white-capped mountains off in the distance, to building snow forts with my sister rivaling King Arthur’s castle. There couldn’t have been another place I’d rather find myself in the winter time. This story begins with the excited feelings associated with knowing that something is about to unfold before your eyes. My imagination ran completely wild with thoughts of what an enchanting, winter wonderland I would soon experience.
It was 12:00 at night, but I was still wide awake. I was anxious for the trip that was in store for me. The next morning I drove to the airport and took a flight to Colorado. I rented a car and drove to Red Cliffs lodge in Moab, Utah. Moab is a dry, desert town in Utah located right next to Canyonlands national park where I would spend most of my time. Right as I got out of the car I could see the beautiful canyonlands scenery. The gigantic cliffs of the island in the sky loomed over the lodge. The blue waters of the Colorado river ran behind the lodge. My room was spacious and had a great view of the cliffs. The best part of the room was the window right above my bed. That night I fell asleep gazing at a full moon and a sky full of stars.
For as long as I can remember, there has always been a common stereotype that if you're a female then you must love to shop, but even so I am an exception to this rule. I particularly dislike the experience of shopping at the mall. One mall I stay clear of is Fashion Valley, especially on the weekends. Just pulling into the parking lot from the overcrowded main street is a total nightmare, there just seems to be cars and people everywhere. Then you spend so much time circling the parking lot to find a good spot to park, even with the option of parking far away, it still seems hard to find a parking spot. Not to mention that once you find parking it’s like a can of sardines all crammed into one area, making it hard to even open your car
Mall appreciators argue that the malls are centers of entertainment and pleasure for mall visitors. George Lewis in “The mall as Refuge”, asserts that “kids come to look around, meet and make friends, stay away from home and hang out- because there is nowhere else to go” (1990, P. 309). He believes that teenagers go to malls to socialize and to escape from the troubles in their lives and at home. Therefore, malls serve as a second home for kids. Similarly, Lewis says that with the controlled environment of malls, with the security and the central location of malls as a good reason why many retired, and old people visit malls. Here they get to meet up with old friends, exercise, eat out, and share experiences with their old friends. These two groups as Lewis claims are misfits in society because; the world considers them as unproductive. Jon Pahl also ...
Out of Seward, we went on a catamaran (two-hulled boat) to see the fjords and a glacier calving; that’s when huge chunks of ice split off and fall into the ocean. The intense blue of the glaciers and the loud roar of the ice calves falling grabbed my heart; I’d never seen anything like that! We witnessed the 20,000’ majesty of Mt. McKinley (now named Denali), with its snowcap glistening on sunny days. Alaska is such a vast state that we could only visit part of it; we came
As I drive to Edgewood the first thing that catches my eye is how the fields are just filled with corn and that's all you see for miles. The drive their helps you just clear your head and the country music is playing and you just look around and see how peaceful it is. When you get to the town it's very small a population of about 800. Not many people live there compared to Dubuque. It is the type of place where everyone knows everyone. When you first pull in to Edgewood you notice how old and antique everything looks and the if you have never been there before you will notice how the town just smells like farm. We keep driving through the town and you just keep seeing lots of corn. Then you go a couple miles down the road and you have finally
“I can’t believe it,” I said, shaking my head “I still can’t believe that everything worked out in our favor.”
The visual surrounding the lake was perceived before the mountains was beautiful and serene. The lavender flowers near the water mirroring the colossal mountains smelled of spring. The sunset illuminated the sky making it purple and orange. The huge rocks were faultless and could be used for sitting and thinking. The warm breeze reassured that springtime was near. The lake was ideal for swimming, it was so clear. The cabins around the lake were perfect for summertime with family and friends. The clouds looked impeccable as they were angled over the mountains, their rectangular shapes resembled fluffy pillows. The snow had almost completely melted off the mountain in the distance. The environment was well needed for break within a busy life.
I was the first person to ski off of the chairlift that day; arriving at the summit of the Blackcomb Mountain, nestled in the heart of Whistler, Canada. It was the type of day when the clouds seemed to blanket the sky, leaving no clue that the sun, with its powerful light, even existed anymore. It was not snowing, but judging by the moist, musty, stale scent in the air, I realized it would be only a short time before the white flakes overtook the mountain. As I prepared myself to make the first run, I took a moment to appreciate my surroundings. Somehow things seemed much different up here. The wind, nonexistent at the bottom, began to gust. Its cold bite found my nose and froze my toes. Its quick and sudden swirling movement kicked loose snow into my face, forcing me to zip my jacket over my chin. It is strange how the gray clouds, which seemed so far above me at the bottom, really did not appear that high anymore. As I gazed out over the landscape, the city below seemed unrecognizable. The enormous buildings which I had driven past earlier looked like dollhouses a child migh...
Of course the happiness ended when we went to Riverchase Galleria for food. The mall was gigantic with shops scattered to the sides, pristine with polished white floors, and jam-packed with people. Corridors were sprawled out like branches and food scented the air. The building itself was one-million and five-hundred seventy square feet, two stories tall, and completed with two hundred plus stores. When I
Places such as coffee shops and lounges have been included in the structures of these malls to give consumers a more comfortable feeling of relaxation. Instead of shopping and leaving people are more enticed to sit back and relax. Enjoying a meal and a cup of coffee while shopping has become a time consuming yet enjoyable process for most shoppers. It's suggested that the longer a person stays the more money they are bound to spend. Mall managers and scientist are not attempting to manipulate the consumer but more so enhance their shopping experience. There's also a sense of creativity and connectivity found in calming environments such as coffee shops that establishments like shopping malls are trying to bring to the shopping
Finally, the mall is a wonderful entertainment center. Not only do people go there to shop, but they also got there for relaxation. There are movies sometimes as many as fifteen or sixteen. In addition, arcades are available for children, teens and adults. Some parents drop their children off at the arcade, give them a roll of quarters and pick them up after they have completed their shopping. For the hungry shopper there is a food court, which provides fast food for those shoppers who want to relax and possibly have a cocktail with their meal, other restaurants are available.