Bohemia River Description

There were large fig trees, shrubs, and scuppernong vines on either side of the home. A group of

While lifeguards are not present at this beach, a warning flag program alerts swimmers to dangerous or restricted areas. With a bit of attention, surfers, snorkelers and swimmers enjoy the sun and water safely. The Cove provides protected swimming with no waves, which is perfect for young families. And, the other side of the Inlet boasts ocean waves for splashing over eager swimmers.

Today I’m going to write about a piece of the Manistee River that’s near and dear to me. It’s a small plot of land just south of the 45th parallel. The area is Springfield Township in Fife Lake Michigan. This is now my father’s final resting place, which is fitting because it was his favorite place to sit and ponder life. The beauty and tranquility are breathtaking, however, due to human interaction, it’s begun to lack what it once had. In 1977 the graduating class of high schoolers decided to alter the area forever. They

On a cool, brisk summer evening, me and my family found ourselves going to the St. Johns river harbor. We went on a walk down the wood trail that led to the harbor. The trail was full of seaweed green moss, burnt orange decaying trees, and an assortment of dead leaves leaves. Squires jumped from tree to tree, field mice ran to there holes in the ground, and cicadas could be heard from every direction.

out of the brush to sit on the sand in the evening, and the damp flats

houses. It is small and sort-of stuck in between the mansions, as if it had been

Richard White’s The Organic Machine presents a historical treatise that analyzes the intricate relationship that humans have with their surrounding environment, in this case the Columbia river and how that relationship has evolved over the centuries from early native American tribes to modern industry. The book revolves around how the great river helps people work and move their lives forward. It uses an appreciative of nature and a reminder to mankind how much we are dependent on the geography around us to grow our lives economically, socially, and occupationally. White outlines the history of the river beginning with its discovery in the early nineteenth century. The one characteristic most commonly notes in all early accounts was that of

Far out in the ocean, where the water was as clear as glass and as blue as the sky on a beautiful summer afternoon, the water was deep. It was as deep as midnights starry treasures, and as deep as life and death. Down under that deep, deep water lived a peaceful family. They were peaceful, and never bothered the people up above. When they were old enough, they could go up to the land and watch. They could not go any further than the largest rock. The largest rock was ten feet away from land. The youngest of her two siblings, Coralia, wishes to up to land. “You must wait two years to go up, for you are only 11. You would be reckless and get spotted and we do not want that, now do we.” said mother every time Coralia asked if she could go up.

For the final Philadelphia Experience report, I decided to observe a public space, Race Street Pier. To get to the pier you can either walk or drive a car there. Since I don’t live in the city, I had to drive. Once there, I approached a big black gate that was wide open with the name of the pier on it. Walking from the busy street behind me, I wandered into a tree covered garden with two possible paths to pick from. I chose the one on the left. This path was lined with trees and lights with benches every couple of feet. As I continued walking, I realized that water completely surrounded the rest of the pier. It felt like I was on a boat, which was ironic since boats used to dock here. Above me was the huge Benjamin Franklin

The houses do not include just the typically depicted white stone people traditionally think of but all sort of different colors and styles. The closer to the mountains the darker the stones are. The reason for this is that the type of stone that was found in the area is what was usually used in making the house.

It was that time of the year again. Memorial Day weekend was finally here and that means one thing in any Hesse’s mind- the annual Molacek Fishing tournament! More importantly for me, I was finally able to spend time up north in Bemidji at the lake with my entire family again. After the grueling three-hour car ride crammed with my family of six, dog, and what seemed like enough luggage for the entire summer, I had finally made it to my sanctuary, Beltrami Shores. The moment I stepped out of the car my world was made of green and blue. As I was listening to the diverse chirps of the many birds, my nostrils were bombarded by the scents of the pine trees, lake water, and fresh north air. I have learned over the years to familiarize these smells with relaxing on the lake, eating savory meals, spending time family, and disconnecting myself from my continuously busy life. All of these great memories were once again relived on this particular Memorial Day weekend. As I began fishing with my siblings and grandpa by my side, I felt a sudden surge of freedom. Fishing has always been one of my favorite activities at my cabin because I am able to go deep into thought and conversation while enjoying how beautiful the surrounding nature is. After a few minutes of casting, I felt a sudden tug, pulled my rod, and started reeling in what I thought would be the biggest catch of the day! I immediately belched “I got one!” to everyone else in the boat. Unfortunately, I soon realized what I

This idea is supported by the fact the house is situated in a rural area surrounded by tall trees to conceal the surrounding buildings disguising that the inhabitant is in a city. Even these deciduous trees have a functional purpose and aesthetic purpose as in the winter the bare trees allow maximum sunlight to be absorbed into the conservatory and house whereas they provide shade in the summer.

At the end of the dock is a sign that reads; "No Fishing, No Swimming, No Dumping"; a sign that is quite often recognized by all visitors of parks and lakes and as big as the windshield. Around the lake there a hills and valleys around Lake Lavon. $200,00 home are springing up like mad. Retirees, former airline pilots, and people generally burned out on big cities are discovering Lake Lavon. The small lake but the perfect weather, and the safe-quiet atmosphere are drawing people like a cover-up draws Ed Bradly. Without thought or hesitation we smiled and warmly held ourselves in each other arms and slowly sat down together at the end of the dock, put out feet in the water and the water was so cool like melted water from snow (to eat the strawberries we brought). The strawberries were delicious; red, ripped, and plumped; sweetness caressed our mouth with very bite. Some were quite sour, but was washed it away by an ocean of water every time. As supplies ran short she decided to play lazy and had me carry her to watch the people fishing by the dock. Although very distinctive and precise, I was like a bear; very step was heavy and short. To the left side of the dock about 200ft people ware fishing and kid's playing soccer on the field near the lake. By watching them play I remember my childhood, that my mother always took me to the Lake Lavon every weekend to fishing, and now I'm with my girlfriend holding her hand and watching people fishing and

I leapt from the side of Blackfriars Bridge under the impression that drowning would be an easy death. One so often sees romantic stories of the desperate woman plunging into the waves and simply fading away into a beautiful corpse. My own experience with near-drowning was horrendously painful, and contained considerably more sewage than I had anticipated.

We all noticed the warning signboards at the beach, which has been put up recently, since there have been few drownings