An Essay Of 11 Unforgettable Moments In The Fiordlands

The Call of the Wild, on the surface, is a story about Buck, a four- year old dog that is part Shepherd and part St. Bernard. More importantly, it is a naturalistic tale about the survival of the fittest in nature. Throughout the novel, Buck proves that he is fit and can endure the law of the club, the law of the fang, and the laws of nature.

     The Call of the Wild, by Jack London, is a classic piece of American literature. The novel follows the life of a dog named Buck as his world changes and in turn forces him to become an entirely new dog. Cruel circumstances require Buck to lose his carefree attitude and somewhat peaceful outlook on life. Love then enters his life and causes him to see life through new eyes. In the end, however, he must choose between the master he loves or the wildness he belongs in.

For years my fascination was to travel somewhere spectacular, some place that would show a dignified view that would make me say “wow.” Finally after waiting years, last year was the year that I had the opportunity to leave the borders of the United States and go to Canada. Specifically, Niagara Falls, getting there was a journey in itself. Once getting there, a scene of unspecified beauty appeared in my field of vision that was unexplainable with words. It was something that would stick to my mind forever. The flow of gentle water hitting the rocks, a originated mist that came from the falls hit my face, filling my face with joy.

After staring at my hand for short time, something caught my eye. A flower! There was a bright blue flower with pink stripes, in the corner of the cave. I sprinted over, sitting down just before it. I reached out, touching one of the petals. A bright light blinded me, making me stumble back, landing on my hands. A red glittering line ran across the cave. It brightened the world. Making the sky blue again, the grass green, the trees alive, the water holes filled, and the animals healed. Shadow appeared out of the shadows of a corner.

The walls look slimy and wet, and he seems to be alone. He stands in a dark cave lit by dim torches facing away from you looking into a black abyss. The cavern isn't a cliff it just opens up into a huge open space. As you come closer the room lights up with blue flames on torch stands. It looks ancient, but the dirt is and dust is shuffled and pushed around so you can tell

I considered why such beauty had eluded me for so long. In terms of natural beauty, this was most definitely the epitome of it. A vibrant green immersed the mountain side. “Look at the forest atop the mountain,” I said. White water from streams up above poured from the edge of a steep cliff like boiling water pouring from a kettle. It seemed as if the summer had just exhaled upon this landscape because everything was so healthy and flawless. I specifically remember my father, marveled, saying “The history that this place holds can be seen in the nature of the landscape.” I responded in a similar state of awe, “Utterly

For millennia, the lights have been the source of speculation, superstition and awe. Cave paintings in France thought to date back 30,000 years have illustrations of the natural

The U.S has many caves each with different cavernous terrain. These underground areas hold plenty of beautiful natural wonders from oddly interesting wildlife to huge crystal formations. The exploration of caves presents cavers with the opportunity to see new species. The amount of caves and the variety of them allows for a new experience and adventure every time. Some caves can be tight and cramped spaces or huge underground areas that are large enough to have water pools, even mini rivers and waterfalls. The mysteries of what a cave can hold is the most appealing part to

      The last flashlight dimmed to nothing, we were all alone with a thousand feet of rock above us. Not a face, wall, or a glint from a crown could be seen. Not a sound was heard, we were trapped with no form of communication to base. The light sound of feet shuffling could hardly be heard until it quieted to nothing. The tension grew between my fellow cave explorers and I, it grew so thick you could most likely cut it with a knife and use it for rations. The sound of a slight rumbling alerted my ears and senses.         Building mazes meant I be caves in the basement with blankets and sheets was the early cave exploring for me and my cousins. When I was about five, my

The Weser Uplands-Centre area is an area of true beauty with architecture and landscapes that will make you feel like you're in a fairytale - especially in the Hameln Museum which is home to a "Pied Piper" exhibit. The Hohenstein hiking trail, with its views over

PROLOGUE In the shadowy depths, in the heart of a rocky mountain, where no human being has ever set foot, the only audible noise is the sound emitted by the waves that crash on the rocks and that echoes through the wind. The delicate light of spontaneous little flames, that from the top of the cave descend in a spiral, reveals a small cavity carved into the rock.

Stone columns had jut into the top of the cavern. Each expertly carved with murals of the animals that the god had cradled and cared for. Beside the cavern, a lake pooled itself on the edge of the island. Clear, glistening fresh water that cascaded down from the mountain in which the cavern took its place within. Blessed this water was, it was pure, sweet, and rich with unique life. Shoals of grey fish dotted with black spots and a hue of pine-green that seeped out from their spine took their rounds in the clear lake. Lumbering turtles, skin rough like the husk of an evergreen, lay sprawled upon drifting timber that floated alongside the currents below. Crimson crawfish hidden beneath the gravel shores, stone-grey crabs endowed with purple claws snapped at charcoal-shelled snails. All the life to reside within the crystal lake filled the young Ocyus with desire to go forth and see his father's brilliant

Mammoth Cave has many, many miles of seemingly endless tunnels and paths. The chambers are usually enormous, stalactites dangling from the limestone ceiling and stalagmites erected from beneath. Plenty of passages burrow deep within the rock, begging to be explored. Underground rivers travel across the cavern, bodies of water big enough to delve into with a boat. The homes of cave crickets and spiders dot the area, their presence unknown to even the closest listener. For just a moment, the unique scent of the cave and its many rivers and crystals give you a feeling of freedom and

I was previously aware of cave art, with the impression that it was meant to record animals encounters, legends, and gods. I knew cave art was a part of past people’s culture. However, I did not know the greater importance of cave art, as showcased by Werner Herzog’s Cave of Forgotten Dreams, which illustrates the nature of cave art in an effective, meaningful way. The actual cave art and thoughts on being human proved to be the most insightful content of the film.

Within this pleasant Island of Green Harbor there is a sweet place, a place where little geckoes of different colors live with parrots and palm trees all around like a gate around the warm soft sand and the dolphins live and can be seen from the shore and people can even swim with them if they wish. Where you see people in trees and giant lizards wandering around, where carpets can levitate and waves curl into tubes and and fish can fly and birds can sing, where the sun shines bright and everyone is greeted with a grin. In this special place pearls cause the water to sparkle and the sun causes the pearls to make underwater rainbows among the schools of colorful unique fish. If you look closely and try really hard you might see, a dragon, horse, or even a snow leopard up in a tree or hiding in a volcano or a cave on the water. In this special place in Green Harbor peoples’ nails change with their mood and their closets