Curiosity can take you anywhere. The sea, the castle, the desert, or… a forest. A forest at Science Camp in my case. Trudging through the damp forest with thorny bushes, poison oak, rats, snakes and many other creepy crawlies was something I felt like doing before. Maybe being like one of those adventurers in fantasy movies. for once, something could happen in life. Life seemed like a straight line for me. Sure, we went to fun places like Six Flags and stuff, but that was all fun, not really that exciting. That path sure looked exciting. I took a look at the path ahead of me, then went off trail. One thing I was really excited for at science camp was the solo hike that a friend who’s been to science camp already told me about. I could have …show more content…
But I wanted to see what would be ahead of the path so I carried on. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my ankle. When I bent down to check out my ankle, I fell forward, tumbling through the steep path. Both of my elbows and knees were scraped and beaten. They had wounds that were bleeding profusely. There was blood trailing off me everywhere and there was even some on the ground. Now I really wanted to turn back. Oh why did I want to check out this off trail path in the first place? I want to cry. Everything hurt so much!. But I stayed strong and beared the pain. I tried to find my way back, but I couldn’t tell where I came from. As I continued, there was barely any space to walk. There were so many thorny bushes and my arms and legs had many scratches all over. I was starting to get a little worried. Pretty soon, I saw a light, and when I looked ahead, I saw that I had reached the farm. There was a different group at the farm exploring the garden. I wanted to watch them for a while. I hid being a bush and observed what was going …show more content…
Suddenly, this one girl from the other trail group spotted me. My face went red and I started to get extremely tense. I had no idea what to do next. And to make things worse, the girl called her buddy and showed me peeping from behind the bushes. I gave a sheepish, grin, saying “hehehe” awkwardly. The girls went back to their own thing, but seemed a little more cautious. Here’s what I was feeling: I was weak, beaten, scratched, bloody, and extremely embarrassed. I probably looked like a monster to those girls. Their naturalist came by with the rest of the group with a fluffy baby chick in her hands. The girl gave me a look saying you should come out. But she didn’t tell the naturalist anything. I wanted to leave so badly and try to find a way back to the solo hike area, but then I had the feeling I shouldn’t do that, since I needed help ASAP. I got up and walked out in a gawky
“I shall never forget the awful climb on hands and feet out of that hole that was about five feet deep with greasy clay and blood (although I did not know then that it was blood).
Life and death, happiness and sadness, loneliness and company, frustration and understanding, guilt and content. All of these are emotions that you will experience as you walk in Toby’s footsteps through The Trail, written by Meika Hashimoto. In the story, the main characters are Toby, Lucas, Denver, Sean, and Moose. The main setting is a portion of the Appalachian Trail, along with many shelters throughout that section of the Appalachian Trail. In the beginning of the story, it introduces Toby, the protagonist, and hints at his reasoning behind why he is hiking the Appalachian Trail in the first place. It also introduces Lucas, Toby’s best friend, and some of the ways that whatever happened between them effects Toby. The overall conflict, or problem in The Trail is Toby battling guilt and the emotional aspect all together, along with the physical obstacles he has to face. The solution to the problem is Toby becoming content with who he is, what has happened between
Between 1840 and 1950, over fifty-three thousand people travelled the Oregon Trail. Native American exposure to diseases such as smallpox and diphtheria decimated the tribes, and that along with the encroachment of settlers on tribal lands, was the cause of much strife between Native Americans and the incoming Europeans. The Land Donation Law, a government land giveaway allotting three-hindred twenty acres to white males and six-hundred forty to married white couples, gave impetus to the western expansion and the American idea of "Manifest destiny." This promotion of migration and families also allowed America to strentghen its hold on Oregon, in the interests of displacing British claims.
I'm Jeffery the oxe and I recently completed the Oregon trail. In the beginning we started in Saint Louis, Missouri. We were waiting on the field for my food to grow, then I would be free fed.
The Oregon Trail was a very important aspect in the history of our country’s development. When Marcus and Narcissa Whitman made the first trip along the Oregon Trail, many Americans saw a window of opportunity. The Oregon Trail was the only practical way to pass through the Rockies. Pioneers crammed themselves into small wagons to try to make it to the unsettled land; however, 10% of these pioneers died on the way due to disease and accidents.
The last line of defence, that’s what we were. Untrained, unknown and unrecognised until this time. The battle on the Kokoda trail was the worst experience of my life. Day by day there was nothing left in my body; the only thing that kept me going was the urge to make it back successfully. We didn’t know much about the Japenese, just that they were highly trained and outnumbered us severely...that’s all that really mattered anyway.
It’s 5:00 am in morning, March 5th, today is not going to be a normal day. Today is the day where we leave to go on the Oregon Trail. I got dressed quietly, I didn’t want to wake up my brother. I checked the supplies and I read the pamphlet that I got at the local town center. Talking to myself, I said, “flour, yes, bacon, yes, sugar, yes, coffee, yes, lard, yes; I’m pretty sure we have everything in the supplies list in the pamphlet.”
Marvin gave me this journal to write all of our memories in while on the Oregon Trail. We had to move out of our house because there wasn’t enough farmland for us to grow our crops. Other farmers were basically growing their farms in our property. We spent the whole day packing for our trip to Oregon. Trying to get everything that we can in our one bag was difficult. Soon, there wasn't enough room for all of our belongings so we had to leave some of our supplies back home.
I knew taking this shortcut was a mistake, yet I didn't think I had enough strength to keep climbing this monumental cliff with the others. The humidity was affecting my vision and the ground now started to spin. The muscles in my legs felt
I feel that the writer followed their outline and continued to add interesting facts involving the zoo along the way. I believe the writer made a good transition from paragraph to paragraph but telling about a new “area” or “animal” and using transition words such as: “In addition to”, “In another section”, “On one end of the zoo”, and “Down the trail” so that the reader is able to follow that the writer has moved on to another section of the zoo.
Darkness washed over me briefly, as the limbs did their work. Finally, I broke through the wall of thorns, and into the neighboring yard. I lay there for a few minutes, the cold ground soothing the pain that resounded throughout my body as the blood flowed profusely forth.
it got too late. I walked into the woods and soon I was beside a lake
But I pushed on as scared as I was and the ground soon began to increase in pitch, and I began having to climb over rocks and boulders that were sporadically getting in my way as they pierced out from the side of the
OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood.