Timothy P. Helms 9/2/2016 English Comp I Driving south through Utah into the Nevada desert, you couldn’t even imagine what would be going through your head. The excitement we were about to experience, all the lights and sounds. As we crossed the dry and large desert with large mountains on our right that made the black hills seem dwarfed. We passed the Las Vegas motor speedway and we couldn’t believe what came into sight right before our eyes. Everywhere we looked we could see the flashing fluorescent lights, buildings that seemed larger than the mountains around them, people driving and walking the entire length of the thirteen mile Vegas Strip, taxis and buses speeding to a traffic jam. My wife and I were about to embark on a very exiting …show more content…
The hotel’s architecture and design was amazing. The outside of the hotel was in the shape of a massive black Egyptian pyramid, at night a light so massive at the very top point that it shines straight into the sky. The hotel’s casino was located in the center of the first floor and expanded further out from the hotel base. I walked through the enormous casino and checked out all the slot machines and different gambling tables around, my wife’s eyes immediately hooked onto the Titanic slot machines. Near the front desk of the hotel, there was a massive model of the Titanic on display. The hotel had recently become part of a Titanic museum with many different relics from the unsinkable ship herself. The hotel also had a shopping plaza with many different stores that covered a good portion of the first floor it almost resembled a mall in some way. We entered one particular store that had sold Las Vegas merchandise. The store had hundreds of shirts, keychains, and other knickknacks that featured pictures of the many different shows, hotels, and casinos on the strip. We bought different gifts for many family members back home. We shopped at many more of the shopping
Colson Whitehead’s story “Loving Las Vegas” was a flashback to his past experience with Las Vegas, including his two friends Darren, and Dan. Darren was a part of a writing group known as “Let’s Go,” which consists of exploring and writing on specific areas in the country. The current writing project for Darren was about Vegas, so Darren loaded up his friends in a beat-up vehicle, and they began to travel. Even though Vegas was the end location, they decided to travel around the country to visit major cities, including Chicago, The Grand Canyon, New Orleans, and more. The group enjoyed their time traveling around experiencing all the new locations, but they still haven't made it to their final destination, Las Vegas. Before they arrived in
The drive to cross the Kentucky border had taken hours and hours of strenuous patience to finally arrive in another state. The view was by far country like as hints of cow manure could be smelled far from a distance. We drive through small towns, half the size of our hometown of Glen Ellyn had been the biggest town we've seen if not smaller. The scenery had overwhelmed us, as lumps of Earth from a great distance turned to perfectly molded hills, but as we got closer and closer to our destination the hills no longer were hills anymore, instead the hills had transformed to massive mountains of various sizes. These mountains surrounded our every view as if we had sunken into a great big deep hole of green pastures. Our path of direction was seen, as the trails of our road that had followed for numerous hours ended up winding up the mountainous mountains in a corkscrew dizzy-like matter.
In the article, “The Great American Desert”, Edward Abbey (1977) is trying to convince the general public that the desert is not a place for humans to explore. He talks a lot about the dangers of the desert and tries to convince the readers that the desert is not worth wasting your time and going and visiting. I disagree with Abbey. Anyone who has some knowledge about the desert and takes a class or is accompanied by an expert who knows a lot about the desert should be able to venture out in the many great American deserts.
As you can see, my paper is about the beautiful ship the Titanic. You went from building the ship, to the remains. No one thought that the ship would sink, the Titanic impacted our lives today. If it weren't for the titanic, we would not know what to improve on other Cruises. Now they are making a Titanic TWO! They will probably know to put enough lifeboats because if they sink and don't have enough, we will be reliving the day they call, The Sinking Of The
We started our travels down in Columbus Ohio. The week leading up to the big move we spent at Deer Creek State park, for a family reunion, where my dad and step mom, had the chance to see everyone again, before the journey began. Over all we had taken nine days to get to our destination. First stop, Saint Louis, Missouri, we stopped to see the Gateway Arch. It was a lot bigger than I thought it would be, so of course I was pretty amazed. The first few days were our longest driving days, but sense we broke up the days, our longest day was eight hours. The second day was the worst, Oklahoma is so boring to drive through, and nothing but flat crop farms, and wind turbines everywhere you look. We drove till we got about seventy five miles from the boarder of New Mexico, And Oklahoma. We got up early and began a shorter dive to Albuquerque, New Mexico, where we went to Petroglyph National Monument, yeah it was interesting, but after you see a few hundred, they all start to look the same. The next morning we took a beautiful hike and took many pictures to capture the moment. Other than getting there, my favorite part of the trip, was Arizona, where we stayed four days in Flagstaff, one day in Holbrook, and one day in Phoenix. I wouldn’t mind if I lived in Arizona, it’s a very beautiful state. My family and I stopped by the Petrified Forest National Park, and I
A couple of years ago during one of those, on a whim after spending a few days in Arches National Park, my wife and I detoured to the snowy, icy south rim of the Grand Canyon. We journeyed toward it from the east side but got turned back at the National Parks’ gate; the road was snowed under from there on up. After retracing our steps, we traveled down to Flagstaff and spent the night, driving in my four by four truck up to the South Rim the next day. It was an eerie experience to stand on the edge of the South Rim and see only cloud; fog shrouded the canyon’s great gap, leaving us with visual doubts that anything was really there. Defeated, we hit the Visitor’s Center and gathered information so we could go back sometime in the spring or fall with weather more to our liking.
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.
The Eastern Desert of Egypt occupies the part of the country east of the River Nile. It extends from the latitude of Cairo at the north to the Egypt/Sudan border at the south with an area of about 224,000 km2. This desert consists mainly of high and very rugged mountains running parallel to the Red Sea coast. The mountains of this desert consist of Precambrian crystalline igneous and metamorphic rocks and constitute the basement complex of Egypt (Said, 1962). However, sedimentary rocks occur mainly at the northern (mainly limestone) and southern (mainly sandstone) fringes of the desert. The mountains in the Eastern Desert are dissected by well developed drainage systems ending either at the Red Sea or at the Nile Valley. The dissection of this desert by dense networks of valleys and ravines indicates that although the present time is a dry period, the region must have witnessed some periods of wet climate in the past (Zahran and Willis, 2009). The FAO soil map of the world shows that soils of the Eastern Desert of Egypt belong mostly to the Lithosols or soils of rocky origin (Beumont et al. 1988).
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.
I was smacked in the face by a gust of hot, humid Texas air as I found my way off the bus. The once brisk morning was getting hotter by the second. My friend Kristi and I looked towards our left and there she was, the Norwegian Sea. The cruise liner that we would be on for the next week. It was the biggest ship I had ever seen up close. Ten stories high and nearly 1000 feet long. It had an intimidating presence that took one's breath away.
One of the most enjoyable things in life are road trips, particularly to the Colorado mountains. Getting to spend time with your family and friends, while being in a beautiful place, is irreplaceable. The fifteen-hour road trip may feel never-ending, but gazing at the mountains from afar makes life’s problems seem a little smaller and causes worries to become a thing of the past. Coming in contact with nature, untouched, is a surreal experience. My family trip to the Colorado mountains last summer was inspiring.
I use any excuse to walk along the ocean, especially alone and without my phone. The wind blew cold air, but the sun’s warm rays kept my body at a perfect temperature. It was three in the afternoon and I was calm.
I think we all have a beautiful place in our mind. I have a wonderful place that made me happy a lot of times, years ago. But sometimes I think that I am the only person who likes this place and I'm asking myself if this place will be as beautiful as I thought when I will go back to visit it again. Perhaps I made it beautiful in my mind.
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.
It was close to four o’clock in the morning and we were tired. We met up with my dad at the airport and grab us a taxi. As we leave, we drive by a desert that was completely surrounded with sand. Passing through we made it into the city, looking at the flashing lights and buildings that stood tall. It was too early to go out and explore, we needed our rest. As we walk into our hotel, it was like walking into an expensive apartment. With its very own kitchen, washer and dryer, and a patio to top it all