The day it happened...April 24… it all happened so fast. it was a wave, blurred by fear and pain. My sister, and I were awakening the morning of the 23th, sunlight poured through our windows filling the room like a canteen. My dad called from downstairs in the kitchen, “Rise and shine girls!” Alex(my sister) answered back,” We will be down in a sec.” As Alex and I made our way downstairs, we grabbed our camping bags. My dad, Alex, and I were going camping in a new spot! Spotty Lake Campgrounds! We were planning this trip ever since the new grounds opened. Alex and I were giddy with excitement. Once we finished eating were off to the road. Although the car ride was only a few hours it felt like an eternity. Eventually, we reached the campgrounds and hopped out of the car. The moment we got out of the car the air had a certain feel… like something was out of place. This thought left my brain as soon as it came. I didn't feel it held much importance, so I decided to not give it anymore attention. We soon approached the campgrounds and set up a fire, tents, and extra wood for kindling. The evening dragged on, and by the time we had finished putting out the fire I had made my way to my tent. As I dozed off the same out of place feeling came to the front …show more content…
This is the NWS, there has been an active volcano report in the Spotty Lake Campgrounds. If you are 10 miles or closer evacuate immediately. This is the NWS reporting to you live.” The noise of the walkie-talkie clipped on my dads hip felt as if it had brought a depressing presence. Every inch of me had been terrified.My dad had said that we needed to stay calm,we needed to stay together, and lastly...to run. We were off, as we ran through the camp we heard the moans,cries, and sobbs of the sad families that were camping at Spotty Lake as well , and lastly we heard the loud whispers of the aggravated volcano. We had been running for 25 minutes and my energy was draining like gasoline on
I wasn’t even outside but I could feel the warm glow the sun was projecting all across the campsite. It seemed as if the first three days were gloomy and dreary, but when the sun on the fourth day arose, it washed away the heartache I had felt. I headed out of the trailer and went straight to the river. I walked to the edge, where my feet barely touched the icy water, and I felt a sense of tranquility emanate from the river. I felt as if the whole place had transformed and was back to being the place I loved the most. That day, when we went out on the boat, I went wakeboarding for the first time without my grandma. While I was up on the board and cutting through the wake of the boat, it didn’t feel like the boat was the one pulling and guiding me, it felt like the river was pushing and leading me. It was always nice to receive the reassurance from my grandma after wakeboarding, but this time I received it from my surroundings. The trees that were already three times the size of me, seemed to stand even taller as I glided past them on the river. The sun encouraged me with its brightness and warmth, and the River revitalized me with its powerful currents. The next three days passed by with ease, I no longer needed to reminisce of what my trips used to be like. Instead, I could be present in the moment, surrounded by the beautiful natural
Driving to a new place, I embraced the surrounding that I was witnessing for the first one. When I got out of the car the gravel crunched under my feet. My family and I walk up a long, skinny board walk approaching the front entrance. As I looked out the front windows all I could see was the beautiful view of Lake Travis. Walking out I saw rows of tables that had umbrellas on top. There was multiple different levels that you could sit at all looking out at the same mesmerizing view. Looking out over the lake I felt a sense of home.
Located in the popular Yosemite National Park, Yosemite Falls is the tallest waterfall in California. Every year, mother nature’s breathtaking beauty attracts millions of people from around the world. People hike for three long and fatiguing hours in anticipation of witnessing forceful water rushing down the steep mountain from 2,425 feet above. Last summer, my family and I backpacked through the Yosemite Falls Trail and I came to learn what a truly exhausting experience it is.
In the heart of Yosemite National Park, surrounded by towering redwoods, I began a journey that left an indelible mark on my soul. It was a golden summer morning, the sun shone warmly on desert rocks and green meadows. As I set out on the misty path, the roar of distant waterfalls filled the air and reflected the granite walls. Each step revealed a new sight: the colorful spray of Bridalveil Fall, the cool touch of the Merced River, and the smell of pine needles under my feet. I was not alone in this majestic landscape.
I was curled up in my warm blankets listening to the wind throw a tantrum outside. I thought about how much I hate wind, hoping that it would die down by the time I had to head out for school. I think suddenly thought about tents and sleeping bags on the sideway. I wondered how they were doing at that moment. I wondered if they were warm and how they were faring in the wind. I wondered how they ended up there and who’s to blame. I wondered why there wasn’t an easy solution. The next morning, as the bus approached the camp, instead of counting the tents and sleeping bags, I tried to look at their faces and reflect on how they got
I felt a chill go through my body as I sat on the edge of the wagon. Nights were always chilly out here, and we didn’t have as many blankets as we did when we started the journey on the Oregon Trail. My smaller brother had thrown one of them in our fire in a fit of rage, and several others had gotten dragged off by a coyote in the middle of the night. That was fine with me. We needed all the space we could get in our cramped wagon. Fitting six people and their possessions on a wagon made for four was no easy task, and it resulted in an uncomfortable lack of privacy. Still, an extra blanket right now would have been nice. The wagon rumbled along steadily. There was an occasional jaunty bump, but the wagon kept going. The constancy was comforting in a way. The continuous grumble of the wagon helped me forget all that I had lost on the Oregon Trail.
Chapter 1: Rope Swinging at Eastern Slopes Campground Over the summer I went to a campground named Eastern Slopes Campground. There, they had a river and on one of river there were trees and on one of the trees there was a rope swing tied to it so we had to climb the roots that were emerged from the water.
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.
The buildings and homes around me passed by in a blur too quick for me to take in. It was early morning and even as a child my sleeping habits were bad i fell asleep everywhere, but i felt an uneasiness in the air that wouldn't let me drift off. Why was I the only one going? Did i do something wrong? Was he leaving me somewhere? The rest of the ride was spent in constant turmoil tossing, and turning. Fear was creeping up on me, I felt his hand on my shoulder. My heart rate
The Lake I walked unhasty along the shady paths as I approach the lake the greatness of mother nature becomes clear from a distance the lake is calm and looks like a mirror image as if the sky and lake are one. The vibrant tangerine and rose color streaks embrace the pale blue sky. the warm sun caressing my body, would soon disappear behind the thick green forest across the lake. the summer breeze is filled with the sweet fragrant smell of flowers and rich earth. I close my eyes and take a deep breath my lungs filled with the pure and clean air.
In the deepest part of the forest, there lives a girl. She was only 12 years old, hair color of a pale corn, and eyes of a dark shade of hazel. Her skin color is a light tan, with a few scratches and patches of dirt. The dress she wore is a simple white dress with some pink lace around the hem of the dress. It was covered with stains from the forest. The child didn’t have any shoes or anything covered her feet. That didn’t bother her. She always watches where she stepped, and she likes the feeling of dirt or water under her feet.
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.
The Predator of the Ocean When did sharks first begin? This is a question many might ask. No one knows the exact date or time that they came to earth, but there is an estimate of a little over 400 million years. Most people think that dinosaurs came first, but this is not true. Sharks came 200 million years before dinosaurs.
Out of breath, I took the final steps up the mountain trail. I stepped out onto a serrated crag, floating out heavenly above the steep drop. A welcoming canopy of trees spread expansively below- a rich, pine green blanket. The wind blew in, arching some of the trees below, my cheeks tingled and my lips unfurled into a wide smile.
I have never felt so calm and tranquil, I feel like this is where I belong. A sudden cold breeze blows through me making my hair stand on end, goosebumps plague my body as I start to shiver. The leaves in the trees rustle as the grass begins to blow circles around me. The velutinous clouds above start to swirl and race across the sky.