Camping Trip : The Camping Trip

Wiping the sweat from my brow I called a halt to the crew. Phil and I dumped our packs and found a comfy boulder to rest on. I looked back to where the last guys were coming from back down the trail. They had stopped talking a while back and marched slowly along the dirt trail. Phil produced an energy-bar he’d saved from breakfast and began to munch on it as I drained another water bottle. After the refreshing drink I laid back against the rock and stared up at the pine trees. But a moment later, hearing grumble about sore legs, I sat up, grinning, “By the map we only have another couple hours.”

First,my church called “GOCC” had to take a four hour drive to St.Louis. Me and my family we're excited to sleep is a tent for the first time. We had a tent,two sleeping bags, and a cover. Are church stayed in a train of cars the whole destination. Some of the names of the people that came with my family we're Richard, Adaya,Dayana, Monica, Shawn, David, Al, Shelton, Oliva, Brandi, and Ty’isha.

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

“Over here!” Lori called to her friend, Kayla as she was trudging below the blazing hot Arizona sun. After looking up and seeing Lori, Kayla shouted “Coming!” while jogging happily to greet her best friend. Both girls were looking forward to this get together because they were planning on hiking a new trail through the beautiful desert mountains. “I am so excited!” Kayla exclaimed once Lori caught up to Kayla. Carrying small filled bags with a couple granola bars, water, a hat, a couple of bandages and some sunscreen, you could see the anticipation in their eyes for this fun adventure! Although they didn’t do much research on this trail, they were thrilled for the trip ahead.

The article “Camping for Their Lives” is written by Scott Bransford. The main idea that he was trying to get across to his audience was that when people cannot make ends meet, one might end up in an undesirable living situation such as tent cities as referred to in the story. In the beginning of the story, a couple from California named Marie and Francisco were introduced. Unable to afford a mortgage or lease, they took upon themselves and found a piece of land located in downtown Fresno. They gathered materials and made a home to the best of their abilities. Marie acknowledged that the way they lived was unorthodox but she did not complain. She made it clear that she wanted an actual home with appliances but she was grateful for what she had. People are blaming the

As soon as jumped out of my window i was surprised to see Anna already outside ready to to secure a fort on Ripping Hill. We were already geared up and we headed of to Ripping Hill. We went down to street around a few houses and there we were and the tallest hill in the whole park. We climbed up the steep hill and realized that our shoes were getting wet and soggy because of the snow piled on top of the dirty landscape. I had just received a text from Tommy that said “Just wait till we bombard them with snowballs and take this victory.” I texted back “Wait till we unleash the secret weapon.”. “ We better secure a good spot to make a good fort and fast.” I shouted to Anna up the hill. We jogged up the hill to meet Anna at the top. We were ready

“Hell no,” he replied with a revolting face when I brought up the subject. “For one, you’re not pregnant, so they’ll won’t let us in. And even if you somehow manage to weasel your way in there, like you always do when it comes to weird things like this, know I won’t be attending with you.”

The year is 2003, I am eight and for half of a year I have lived with my grandmother and my brothers. The school year has just ended and summer has begun. “I’m tired of you kids, you boys have been driving me up the walls and I need a break!” my grandmother said. “You’re going to summer camp!” I had never been camping but that did not stop a smile only a child could have stretch from ear to ear across my little face. With a mouth lacking in front teeth, I screamed, “Yay!” My grandmother had signed us up for the annual boys and girls club summer camping trip, meaning eight weeks of fun under a warm sun at camp Big Silver in the neighboring state, Michigan. I will never forget my first day of summer camp.

We had decided that we would start the search where Bryan and his friends began their adventure. We began walking the trails and trying to think where he might have gone, we asked each other “where would you go if you were alone in City Park in the middle of the night” we walked the trials from eight in the morning to seven in the afternoon with no sign of Brian. We decided to call it a day since it was getting dark out and we hadn’t eaten the whole day so we were worn

Nine years ago, my parents dropped me off at overnight camp for the first time ever. Wow, nine years ago… that’s just hard to think about. Anyways, I do not remember much about that first summer, but it must have been fun because I came back the next summer, then again, and again, and again, and again, and, while, you get the point. I really liked it there. Back then, I would not have been able to explain what I loved about camp so much. I would have said something like “my great friends” or “all the sports we play,” but now I understand it means so much more than that. If I was to explain all the memories I made on that hillside throughout my seven year career as a camper, this essay would be well over 650 words, so I will refrain from doing so. Instead, I will talk about my transition from camper to counselor and how it helped me realize the importance of giving back.

Upon reading the title to the reading “Camping for Their Lives” by Scott Bransford, A lot of images come to mind as they do for many people. Whether it be family outings, military experience or just plain adventure. Scott Bransford takes a good long look at camping in a different way. The author’s topic is about tent cities and their homeless populations. He argues the struggles that they have with little or no help from the government and highlights a location in Central Valley California. The author structures the article well starting off with an example of a married couple that does not have enough money to sign a lease or take out a mortgage. He then goes into the day to day life and difficulties that are accustomed with living as a homeless person. He mentions statistics and the government’s temporary remedies to deal with the homeless population and the complications when imposing restrictions. The author goes into depth about the lack of jobs within the areas but does not go deep into the addictions, the crime networks that operate out of the areas nor the filth associated with enabling these tent cities to pop up.

Lium was watching the clock in an old, boring, beige classroom while tuning out Mr. Tucken giving a lecture of the importance Roman empire… only 5 minutes to go until he was free from the long lectures, tests, essays, and science projects. Lium was dazed thinking of the wonders of summer when his teacher snapped his name,

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“Ok girls, pack up your stuff for camping, but remember we’re only going for one night.” Our councilor ,Greer, told us. So we packed our stuff in bags and went to set up our tents.

Wild Horse Creek is a pleasant hike into the woods, there were some fifteen to twenty backpackers in our group, including Tim. The trail has a gradual climb up to a ridge and then downhill to the campsite, at the creek. At the trail head, as Lori’s son prepared to pick up his pack, it went through my mind to check his pack for weight. But then Lori had backpacked herself, there should not be any problem. Little Did I Know! And of course, he was a good athlete. We hiked with