I step into the cold, chilling air letting the wind brush against my face as I look around and see what is before me. I look into the distance and see rolling mountains dancing across the scenery. They are painted in mesmeric reds and different shades of orange all reminding me of an enthralling sunset. Snow falls, literally everywhere covering these rocks not revealing how massive they truly are. The whole scene reminds me of a Christmas card. It captivates your soul. I had was one single destination on my mind and I took a chance and it led me to Colorado Springs, Colorado.
I walk through the overcrowded streets trying to take everything in at once. The cyclist that pedal down the paths trying to make it home, the lovely Victorian style homes that line the streets, and the cute, quaint bake shops, or cafes that smell of baked goods. You feel at home in this wonderland. Every single trivial piece of this town makes Colorado Springs unique and magical. It makes you want to hop on your on bike and join in with the city. While wandering through this area it leaves me with a sense of wanderlust. I want to explore every nook and cranny, every single piece of this town. Soaking in the scenery every chance I can I notice how truly beautiful my surroundings are. The skies are
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I see the stunning Cheyenne Lake the water sparkles with a dazzling blue. On the East side of the Cheyenne lake connects the Broadmoor Hotel which is an exquisite resort and is a member of the Historic Hotels of America. Words cannot describe how grand the outside and how charming the inside this hotel incorporates. After I make it into the ravishing Broadmoor Hotel, I purchase a ticket for an adventure of a lifetime. I hop on the next shuttle bus and ride up through the town along the steep cliffs. As I look out the window I see grand estates coming into view, and the town starting to diminish below me. We keep making our way up the
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.
Life was brutal and deadly for the the Continental Army who were at the dreadful winter at Valley Forge. Winter at Valley Forge is a turning point because it was a place of death and diseases which were spreading at a super fast pace. The men of the Army suffered badly from the cold and had nearly nothing to eat or wear. But the troops didn’t quit, they worked harder and harder which made the Winter at Valley Forge a turning point of the Revolutionary War.
When the day came to leave I was woken at the crack of dawn. I was keen to get to Blackpool as swiftly as possible, not only for the football that was ahead of us but also for the famous Pleasure Beach. The coach picked us up at around 8 am and in we crammed into an already full coach. The journey down was full of laughter and friendly joking from the parents. That day, it was particularly hot and inside the coach a number of people were becoming uncomfortable. I was unaffected by the warmth inside the coach, with my earphones in I relaxed and paid more attention to the vast countryside we were passing through. The vivid scenery blew me away, with colossal hills to calm rivers that we met on the journey.
Characteristic calamities truly are very normal over the globe. There are of various types generally Earthquakes , Volcanic Eruptions and Snow storms. In light of the climatic conditions in my general vicinity Snow storms are inclined to be happened oftentimes. The primary Natural calamity in the whole Central America is a snow storm. Indeed there is a possibility of event of tremors. Anyway by watching the atmosphere from past decades there is a less risk of event of seismic tremors. Despite the fact that such seismic tremors happen the force that is recorded is low. Fortunately there are no volcanoes in the range. So there is no statement for the volcanic ejections to happen. Be that as it may there is an alternate debacle which is having an opportunity to happen is a Tornado. A few safeguards must be strictly utilized with a specific end goal to get maintained from these sorts of circumstances. All the individuals living in the specific group must be given legitimate directions on the sort of fiascos that are happened and the mind that ought to be taken while the event of such exceptionally risky episodes in the true worls.
Snow Falling on Cedars is about the murder of the fisherman Carl Heine. He was supposedly drowned, and a Japanese American named Kabuo Miyamoto is accused and put on trial for his murder. In most of the book they are in the court and mostly other characters are giving their point of view on the killing of Carl. Even though there was no evidence that Kabuo killed Carl, he was still framed for killing him. Kabuo was accused because he was Japanese and during this time everyone didn't like/ trust Japanese people due to what they did at Pearl Harbor.
I drop my vigil as I drive through Henderson Nevada. From the clouds, mountains and small skyscrapers, the twilight cast a weird silhouette around the city. I felt safe, as if the ratio of civilians had the police outnumbered. I turn off the radio to sense the silence that Lake Mead evoked in the sunset. Winding up the highway, the sky pulled like a magnet, my hair stood on end, the roof of the car like static electricity. I head north-west towards Vegas into the orange twilight. I light a joint and savor the powerful ringing in my ears as I focus my attention on the electric silence, invisibly driving me into Las Vegas.
Everybody, loves the lively activities a snowy day gives! All the chuckles of children, snowballs soaring swiftly like cannon balls, and snowmen waving makes an ideal day. I think the finest thing to do on a frosty day is to play outside because you can build a snowman, and have a snowball fight. Or you can go sledding.
If there were to be a massive snow day Thursday, everyone would stay home from school and avoid driving on the streets. On this snow day, I would relax all day, and maybe if there would be enough snow, sledding! To relax I would most likely read and draw all day, with a movie here or there, along with a cup of hot cocoa by my side. I would also play with my cats, if they weren’t sleeping of course.
The endless horizon that spreads out across the sea of barren rock and sand. The miles of multicolored stone is cleanly accented by the deep blue horizon. They air at the top whips around in an unrelenting force, swirling around you until it is the constant factor that you become use to. The air at the top would lead you to believe that it is a fall morning. For it is cool and crisp allowing you to see the puffs of air as you get your first glimpse at the vast openness of the Grand Canyon. As you walk the air slowly dies down until you become aware of the hot dry air that you are surrounded by and breathing in. At rest stops, you can smell the putrid odor of the mule dung that lays in the middle of the trail. As you walk down, you can hear
Snow falling in large amounts in a very short amount of time, always beings complications. With areas reaching up to and surpassing seven feet of heavy snow brings the issue of where is all the snow going to go once all the roads are cleared? Not only was there the problem of where to put the snow, but there was a time crunch to clean all the snow up before the weather turned to 50 degrees and melted it, consequentially making an even bigger mess. The snow was piled so high and was so heavy from falling so quickly that it was not possible to just plow the snow with Buffalo’s average snow plows. They had to find an alternative solution. It was also not possible to simply just plow the snow normally, such as plowing down the streets and the snow pilling up on side of the road. They had to find alternative locations for the snow to transport the snow to.
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.
My vacation in Niagara Falls was just fine. It had a couple of pros and cons. The hotel room had a few flaws; the pool wasn’t that relaxing; and the ride to the hotel and home took a while. Although, the view at Niagara Falls was unbelievable. Overall, the vacation was nice, but not that strikingly amazing.
This area of the world is so foreign to my Oklahoma life; it infuses me with awe, and with an eerie feeling of being strongly enclosed by huge mountains, and the mass of tall trees. However, when my foot first steps onto the dusty trail it feels crazily magical. The clean, crisp air, the new smell of evergreen trees and freshly fallen rain is mixed with fragrances I can only guess at. It is like the world has just taken a steroid of enchantment! I take it all in, and embrace this new place before it leaves like a dream and reality robs the moment. As I turn and look at my family, I was caught by my reflection in their impressions. The hair raising mischief in the car was forgotten and now it was time to be caught up in this newness of life. It was as if the whole world around us had changed and everyone was ready to engulf themselves in it. The trickling of water somewhere in the distance and the faint noise of animals all brought the mountains to
One would think the highlight of the trip was the concert, however, one could not be any more wrong. The highlight was literally the highest point in the trip. Inching our way up Pike’s Peak to an elevation of 14,115 miles (“About Pike’s Peak”) proved to be quite the adventure. I will never forget how a number of mundane occurrences created such a wonderful memory: my mother’s dislike of heights, my father’s horrible driving, the scenery, and the arrival to the
Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit. Green it is always so green here at my house. Here where the air lays heavy and cool on my skin as does the striking rays of the sun upon my cheeks. I know in my soul why I choose to be here every day. Pocketed in all the nooks and crannies of these valleys and hills are stately homes, rich with architecture resplendent. Diversity is the palate here; ...