My first trip to Lake Chelan was the best way I've ever spent a Labor Day weekend. My best friend's family invited me to go with them and although there were some downs, the ups were even better. This trip was important because I have never had more fun in my life!
Getting to Lake Chelan was the hardest part of the trip. I sat in last period glancing at the clock anxiously, it felt like everything was in slow motion. The bell screeched and I zoomed out of the school, we were supposed to leave right away. Six people had to fit into my friend's white Acura, it felt enormous on the inside. But when the supplies took up most of the room, I felt like I was suffocating. Eventually we rushed onto the freeway by 5:00pm and arrived to beautiful Chelan
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I have never seen such clear, blue water like that in my life, I felt like I was on a tropical island. I could only see the sky and the water, because we were surrounded by mountains. I didn't mind though, because they were beautiful shades of brown that I had never even seen before. The sky was a beautiful blue and there were no clouds to be seen. At night I enjoyed lying on my back and looking up because every inch was covered in stars. I can't even describe how beautiful the scenery was.
The weather wasn't what I expected but it was still nice out. On the way to Chelan I imagined getting a tan and being warm, maybe even too hot. At home it was raining and gray which wasn't a surprise. At first I couldn't wait to get off of the car, but the minute I stepped down I had to get back on right away. The whole summer I worked in 40 degree coolers, and this felt like I was going back. The wind was so cold, it hurt my skin and I was grumpy. Every night we had to put layers of clothes on and huddle together like penguins. During the day the sun was shining, but the breeze was still
the extremely blue summer sky. It was very hot. I remember this because of the
Surprisingly, our parents had beaten us to the top and we all stopped in awe, mesmerized by the great waterfall in front of us. My mouth felt like the Sahara desert. I vividly remember reaching for the chilling water bottle that hid underneath the tons of clothes stuffed in my father’s black backpack to quench my thirst. I took off my beaten down shoes and stinky socks covered in dirt from the trail and blood from the blisters on my feet and dove into the refreshing lake. After swimming through the lake for a few seconds, I abruptly jumped out of the freezing water. My toes turned into a blue that reminded me of the blueberry muffins from breakfast that morning. My body shivered as I exited the lake and threw on a warm towel over my shoulders. Gradually my body heat increased, escaping the risk of hypothermia. At that point, I just wanted to go home. My family and I gathered all our belongings and I dragged my energyless body into the large, gray shuttle. The shuttle smelled of sweat from previous passengers. It drove us down a rough, bumpy trail, causing my tall father to constantly slam his head on the roof of the car. After we finally got back to our hotel, we all let off a sigh of
I knew it was coming. A couple weeks before, I received an introductory email from my instructor explaining the textbook we needed and providing a link to the class website. I selected the link and navigated curiously around the site, arriving at last at the class itinerary. To my horror, I saw planned on the third class day a “moderately strenuous hike over steep, rough ground.” Subsequent readings of this statement produced the same result, and so I resigned myself to impending doom.
A summer day when the tempeature got much higher than expected and I wasn’t prepared. It was summer football practice. The time was 10:30 in the morning. When the team was running, it was 80 degrees. It wasn’t so bad until it got later in the day hotter.
As a child, vacations were few and far between. Having three other siblings and a single parent, trips rarely fit into the budget. As I got older, military service and my professional career allowed me to travel to a variety of places. I have been to the east and west coasts, the Gulf of Mexico, Bermuda, United Kingdom, Germany, and many places in between. However, my most memorable trip was to Fairbanks, Alaska to visit my oldest brother Keith. While I was there the sun shined for approximately twenty hours a day, the mosquitos were unlike anything I had ever experienced, and we went fishing on the Yukon River.
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
The sky was a crisp light blue. A picturesque view no doubt. We eventually got to the dock and unloaded our fishing rods, tackle box, and the bait. Our bait was Canadian
This 4th of July I went to L.A. with my roommate to visit his family. I had been promising myself that I would go to the Queen Mary in Long Beach for the last three times I was in L.A. and this time I was determined to go. So After I had seen the fireworks at the La Verne high school.
The car was hot and stuffy when I slipped back into the driver's seat. I found the most depressing music I owned and drove out of Glenwood as the sun started to set. Two more hours until I was home, two more hours of thinking what a terrible day I had gone through, and two more hours of cussing myself for being so naïve. The drive was a long one.
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.
Scarlet, nestling with lilac, bleeds into a patchwork of sublime azure as the first blush of dusk creeps through faint puffs of clouds poised over the horizon. The tranquil waters divinely mirror the vibrant kaleidoscope above. Each passing moment leads to a slow yet steady tango of colorful transformation; a shy gold eventually erupts into a fiery orange which, in time, manifests back into a budding rose. Da Vinci, in all his refined glory, could have never painted anything like this. The scene before me, woven with the kind of essence that transforms non-believers, seems to be the sole foundation for the popular teleological argument of design, and rightfully so.
When time jumped like lighting, so did we, not to our feet but towards each other. We held one another even tighter and didn't want to let go. Although, time was spent wisely and carefully saved, we had run out and were rushed like an ambulance to meet the schedule appointed in half an hour. In sweet bitterness, we packed up and went home. An everlasting day at Lake Lavon that is perpetual in my heart will remain there forever.
Unfortunately, it was a dark and cold rainy day which made it difficult with the rain soaking our clothes and all of our equipment. But aside from that, the rain didn’t seem to bother me or anyone else for that matter. Instead we had a slight appreciation for the rain, as if it was mimicking the melancholy feeling that we felt. It always seemed as if our camping trip couldn’t come soon enough, and then when it finally did arrive it was as if it was gone too soon. As the rain started to pour down we loaded everything in the car as fast as we could and we gathered ourselves inside. We watched out the back window as we drove away from the campground, seeing it dissipate in the distance. On our ride home we all felt a little nostalgic and talked about favorite memories of the trip and what we’d do next year. The drive was about 3 hours away from our house and somewhere along the way I fell asleep on Alicia’s shoulder while listening to Taylor Swift. I remember feeling as if I was still drifting in the soft waves of the water, and the thought of that relaxed me into a peaceful sleep. When I finally arrived at home I rushed into the living room where my parents were waiting on the couch to hear all about the awesome experiences I had on my trip. After that I went into my room to call Alicia, and we stayed on the phone with each other while we marked our calendars together to begin the countdown for our camping trip next
My most memorable family vacation took place two years ago. We went to Corsica, a French island situated in the south of France right next to Italy. I remembered waking up early excited to visit this new land. Used to take long flights, I was surprised to arrive to the destination after a one-hour flight. Even though the flight was short for me, it was stressful for my mom, she has never felt secured in a plane, probably due to the fact that she is afraid of height. When finally arrived at the destination, the dry and warm weather was there to welcome us. We all felt relief, and knew that this was the beginning of the summer. Excited, we had a lot of activities planned for the few weeks, me and my father could not wait to dive in the clear
Throughout someone’s life they will go to many places with their family, friends, another relatives. I have been on a few vacations that have made a lasting impact on my life. But one of the most memorable vacations I have experienced was with my cousins. I went to goa beach. Most of you probably don’t know about that beach but it is a very famous one in south India. I enjoyed myself to the fullest. The beach environment was enlightening. I would not have wanted to take this trip with anyone other than my cousins. We had a great time on the ocean sands and swimming in the ocean everyday made this vacation unforgettable.