“Remember: Stay in the raft!” Louis, a medium-built man reminded our tour group as his matted mane swept across his chiseled face. The tour group consisted of my family of five (from a small town in northwest Minnesota) who were up in southwest Idaho for a sun-drenched summer family vacation and an engaged couple who lived just a quarter tank away from the area. Although the 1,000-mile-plus distance, we appeared to be part of the same family tree, all with our sweet latte hair glistening in the sun. The branches especially extended when we had our picture taken in our black, ridiculous wetsuits and our blaze-orange helmets. Finally. It was finally time for us to venture this water-rushing obstacle.
Earlier that day we arrived one hour before our planned departure. A beaten-up boxed bus, rustier than an old tetanus nail, picked
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Bumps and bruises emerged from these 15th-century rafts (probably the same ones Christopher Columbus owned). While looking like a sixth-grade project, the black patches worked like Band-Aids patching up the mustard rubber base. The rafts comfortably held eight people, even with the extra luxuries. The Lays Sour Cream & Onion chips, the 12-pack of Dr. Pepper, and the first aid kit were stored in the waterproof compartments with netting (acting as a security blanket) to prevent items from falling out just in case the raft tipped upside down. This rarely happens though, our instructor frequently reminded us. The rafts will remain sturdy enough to ride across the jagged rocks, yet flexible to maneuver through the rocky maze as flawlessly as an Olympic gymnast. The sturdy structure was meant to keep our white-water adventure as safe as possible.
After about 45 minutes of intriguing instructions, we finally departed. I hopped into the raft as I felt the cold water seep through my water shoes. Once everyone was secured into the raft and life vests bolted on, we headed down
The had 50 rain jackets to make the raft and they made paddles out of wood.” In the middle of the of the narration I got lost so I don’t know what happened next. After the narrating was over, me and my dad walked around the island, it was a beautiful sight! You could see the golden gate bridge and the water underneath, clouds in the sky the sun was bright my dad said
In the book “The Raft” by In the book “The Raft” by S.A. Bodeen, there are quite a few characters, but there are two main secondary characters that play a big role in this book. The two main characters in this book are both somewhat involved with the main character, Robbie and come in different parts of the book.
As I jump off the pontoon, I feel the freezing water surround my body. I'll slip on the boots of the skis and grab the handlebar. Releasing my grip, I put one thumb up into the wind to signal I’m ready to go. Suddenly there is a tug on the rope, and I’m being dragged through the water. Pressing the skis against the cold water, I can finally stand up above the waves. The boat pulls me around the bend of the lake, and the view of all the enormous cabins is thrilling. The seniors on the campground beach will clap and stand up from their Adirondack chairs to wave or whistle. As my legs begin to feel tired, I wave one last time and let go of the handlebar. I can feel my body quickly sink down into the water; the life jacket on my chest will be
Again, A raft was found and there was car stolen. So, their plan was to go north to go north to Angel Island (where there raft was found) and then once they got there and dried off, they would swim down a little canal to the main lands. Once they were at the main lands they would steal a car. The night of the prisoners escape the was a blue Chevrolet stolen. In the morning, when the prisoners were found missing at nearby Angel Island there was there raft found with footprints leading away from the raft. Surely they
There is something very particular about going on a solo river rafting yet feeling that you're being stalked by thousands of chanting ghosts. Not too far-fetched; it's exactly what people experience in Colorado's rivers.
Each September, October, and November morning, I sprang out of bed to cross off the day, counting down until the arrival day of my friends Austin and Alexis. They reside in a neighboring town of Seattle, Washington, and anticipated their visit to Texas as well. Once each week, we would call and plan our time according to the activities that they wanted to do. When the Douglas family flew into Texas, they stayed at the Great Wolf Lodge in Grapevine. My frugal mom researched and discovered Great Wolf Lodge water park tickets for sale, and purchased them. This allowed my family and me the opportunity to play with Austin and Alexis in the humid indoor waterpark on the crisp November day. Neither Austin nor I desired to journey on the “River Canyon
Put all together is hard to describe – something I had only seen in photos! I walked around with Sheila and she introduced me as a new member and I was met with such welcoming kindness. Of course, I had to explain that our boat wasn’t ready, and that it was PLASTIC! No one cared! “Welcome to the club!”, “Those boats are cool!”, “I can’t wait to see it!”, “How did you decide to buy a classic boat?” All my fears about not fitting in because our boat was fiberglass and not completely stock were silenced. Ann Guldemond and Judi Schoenherr welcomed me to the club and Margaret Herr took me for a personal tour of the beautiful home on Bryson’s Island. I enjoyed my first day with the club immensely, feeling welcomed and looking forward to more great times boating with nice people. I couldn’t wait to tell Scott! Now if there were only cell service on this
Scientist don’t completely understand how submarine eruptions work, as many are completely different than hypothesized. They do know that during eruptions major pumice rafts may surface. When an exceptionally large underwater volcano erupts, the lava that is produced cools quickly, trapping gas bubbles within the rock. This forms pumice, a highly vesicular, highly porous rock that is light enough to float on water. Pumice contains many nutrients that allow it to be suitable for carry plaint and small organism life through the ocean. Pumice rafts have been seen after historical eruptions such as Krakatoa eruption in 1883. Pumice rafts can be hazardous for boats because the seafaring pumice-ash mixture can clog boat engines. One group of college
At the dock, after several grueling trips back-and-forth between the van and boat, I finally loaded my tank and scuba gear and was ready to dive. However, there was one thing left between me and my dive, the 26 mile boat ride. This marathon-long ride was the most gut-wrenching experience of my life. Historically, I have not had an issue with motion sickness, but being on a small boat, repeatedly pelted by seven foot waves, summoned immediate sickness. I took all the precautions that were suggested: going to the lowest point on the boat, gazing at the horizon, venting my wetsuit to cool down, and even taking the prescribed medication. Nothing helped. Veteran divers shared stories of their first ocean dive and encouraged me to stay strong, but the one and a half hour boat ride racing at 24 nautical miles felt eternal. Finally, after the crew dropped the anchor, I was tasked with the “Great Leap,” an eight foot plunge into the unforgiving ocean.
The lack of sleep and bitter cold had sucked the life from my body as I walked down the long black river of asphalt lined by hazy dark trees that played tricks with my tired eyes. I decided to just look forward and stop freaking myself out when a recruit in the front of the formation fell down and couldn’t get up because of the heavy load on his back. The other recruits had to pick him up to keep going, but without any type of warming gear, recruits would collapse often throughout the hike. Our packs were only supposed to weigh 65lbs, but the rain was slowly pushing them down, making them much heavier and harder to carry. The smell of salt stung my nose, which means we were coming up on the ocean that surrounded the island I’d lived on for the past 3 months.
Humor is an essential part of life. It makes the worst moments in our lives seem livable. Also important in life is music because it simply allows us to enjoy a moment. A moment that can remain infinite, in a lifetime of finite moments, but only if composed and performed correctly. With music by Arthur Sullivan and libretto by W. S. Gilbert the elements of music and humor are effortlessly combined to create a comic opera also known as a savory opera— The Gondoliers (The Gondoliers- Program). The Gondoliers first premiered at the Savoy Theatre on December 7, 1889, and has become a world renowned savory opera that is still frequently performed (Smith). This opera is infinite in that it has withstood the test of time and has been enjoyed and understood
“Be sure to get a blanket,” the tour guide had said. Though it was around 95 degrees outside and there was not a cloud in the sky, I had doubted her. This trip to Florida had been a total flop so far, and I was already disappointed we had climbed aboard the shoddy Wildlife Tour speedboat instead of spending our day in the aquarium like I had been promised. There was virtually no wildlife to be found, and now I was freezing cold from the ocean breeze and high speed winds being forced upon me from the speed the boat was going. Obviously, this was a children’s tour because the only people on the boat besides the “captain” (as he called himself), the tour guide, and my grandmother and more, were young families with children that were between the
We were graduating soon. Newly leaf-covered trees dominated the scenery of every block in town. The sun shone brightly, later and later, curing the cabin fever of every student in town. We needed one last event to bring our high school career to an end. Cody devised a plan: a river float trip on the Smokey Hill. He would handle all the planning, he said, all we needed to do was get ahold of our own floatation devices and meet him at the starting point. We all arrived on a deserted country road, next to a concrete bridge overhanging the flowing, muddy river. The Smokey Hill, however, is a river in name only, resembling a mere shallow creek when compared to the Missouri or Kansas rivers. Nonetheless, we were more interested in the calm, spring day
I remember a time in my life not too long ago when my family and I went white water rafting for the first time. We had been spending some of our summer vacation at a cabin in the Smokey Mountains, close to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. The next day we would experience feelings of exhilarating excitement, with a sense of suspense and anticipation as we rafted down the Nantahala River.
Every summer my family spends most of our days at my grandfather, Jiddoo’s, beach house on Minot beach. I’ve been going since I was a baby and I always heard stories of my cousins, aunts and uncles talking about how they kayak “around the glades” and after hearing so many stories about it, I didn’t have a clear idea of what it meant. By the time I was around 10, I came to realize it meant kayaking 4.5 miles from the beach, around a peninsula known as “The Glades” by the Minot community, or “first cliff”. As I walked in struggling to lug a heavy cooler into the cottage, a baby blue wooden house my family has had since my dad was a baby, I heard my cousin Kayla yell over my loud Italian-Lebanese aunts to my brother and I,