Capilano Suspension Bridge Park

When summer starts, I always remember my first trip to Canada’s WonderLand. The best part about Wonderland is Levithan(Tallest Ride) which gave me the deepest first impressions. Before enter the seats, I saw a long lines of people waiting; showing how desperate they wanted to attend. At the last seconds before Levithan started, I felt adventurous and panic. Soon, the rides went up slowly to the tallest point, making me feel gravity-defying and panic. Then suddenly it dropped like the speed of thunder, it created exhilarating joy. As it went down, I heard the sounds of wind zipping in my ear ; I glanced at the carousel and shooting gallery. After the rides was finished, I smell the scent from the food booth;slushy, cotton candies and popcorn

We met out at the car. Bruce Jenkins, a St George attorney and the dad of our teammate, Jamie, was the driverwaiting outside that night. to drive us home. We loaded up, stopped off at wWendy 's to all have a quick dinner and then we getot on the road backfreeway to St. George. It was sprinkling rain a little bit, but not too much. It had lightly snowed the night before so temperatures were cold and dropping fast. We try to leave quickly after practice so it doesn’t get much later than it already has to be traveling the 45 miles back home. Jamie sat next to her dad, in the front seat. and Tthe 3 of us sat in the back of a white suzuki jeep blazer , with Keesha and Jodi sharing a seatbelt in the middle as we were

As I lay there in the sand, the burning pain surging from where the surprisingly sharp-edged seat - that in a twist of tragic irony was the very same vehicle I attempted to draw satisfaction from - had dug into my legs, I mulled over what put me in that position. I was in Ottawa on holiday, the city before this city in which my life was idyllic, where I was surrounded by who I once considered to be lifelong friends playing in the park with me, enveloped in a deep passion for the place where I was born and my family still lived happily together. Being uprooted and haphazardly transported to a city seemingly an entire world away with only one of my rocks to rely on for reasons not entirely known to me was a horrible experience, and I fell into a deep depression when I made it here to Edmonton. I looked upon the dullness and unfamiliarity of oil country and compared it to the manicured government town that was the Ottawa I had so many fond memories in and found it falling hopelessly short; I then retreated back into those memories as a refugee. I grew older of course, and over time I began to create new memories and nurture a different kind of love for Edmonton and Alberta. Yet when I returned to Ottawa, and reconnected with old friends and family members I began to wonder just how different my life could’ve been if I stayed in Ottawa, if I didn’t have to dissolve old bonds to forge new ones or waste time wallowing in self-doubt over my parent’s separation. Would I

While we sat in our rambling tan and yellow cabin among the trees at 416 Spencer Falls Lane at Big Bear Lake, we watched the gloomy rain fall all morning long. Finally, the storm passed and the dark gray clouds passed over, the sun shone brightly on the wet grass. Yes, the day soon was as pleasant as any other august day, of course we knew it was frequently the case with a warm summer rain. This time, however, the rain had swelled the river washed away our small wooded bridge. Elaine my youngest sister sat beside the washed out bridge, she was so unhappy because it was loss. It was then that a shiny blue convertible drove up beside her, the four of us, our names are: William, Martina, Ella and David, watched as the car approached, it was around

In the small town of Waco, Texas who would have thought it was once well known for the structure of a bridge, the Waco Suspension Bridge to be exact. Up until 1870, the Brazos River was just a simple river that had no special meaning to it. The land around it was empty, occasionally you would find cattlemen pushing their cattle across stream, but that was only because you could not find one bridge that spanned the eight hundred miles of river flowing through Central Texas. This caused a serious transportation issue for merchants and travelers. It became clear that a better means of crossing the river was necessary.

The Carolina Day Key Middle School had an overnight in September 2015 at a place called Camp Timberlake for Boys so everyone would get to know each other better. On our last day we went on a canoeing trip in the French Broad River and some of our canoes flipped over! One of them was Lacy, Aubrey and Mr. Flamini’s canoe. Lacy and Aubrey were in the canoe, and then Mr. Flamini tried to get in….. and the whole thing flipped. They haven’t even started! Then, about ¾ the way into the ride, Nick, Mac, and Michael's canoe flipped over as well, and they were in one of the most calm parts of the river. The guide had to canoe all the way back up, against the current, and help them get it back right side up. I was in front of mostly everyone except for

Suspension bridges were important before 1940 and are still important today. Major cities such as San Francisco, and Manhattan both have a suspension bridge. Suspension bridges are,” a bridge having a deck suspended from cables anchored at their extremities and usually raised on towers” (dictionary.com). Due to the fact that suspension bridges are not completely supported throughout the length of the bridge, past bridges were unsafe. For example, the Tacoma Narrows Bridge was a suspension bridge opened on July 1st, 1940 (Mark Ketchum). This bridge marked a huge point in suspension bridge safety and engineering, because in collapsed approximately four months after it was opened (Parsons). The collapse caused such a shock, that suspension

An occurrence at owl creek bridge” is an elaborately devised commentary on the fluid nature of time. The story which moves from the present to the past to what is revealed to be the imagine present, reflects this fluidity as well as the tension that exists among competing notions of time. What at first appears to be the continuous flow of the execution taking place in the present moment. After the present moment of the fluid of nature peyton farquhar thinks and feels very good about the great detail about Farquhar hanging. Farquhar really didn’t know much about the soldiers that execute him and he don’t know what they were thinking about. Farquhar thinks that the soldiers are acting a lot from the other soldiers. Now they are trying to find out if the soldiers feel guilty.The soldiers might have a different mind into the hanging of Farquhar and they think that farquhar had a mind as he faces him death.

It is possible that there may be a “hatch” on Pine Creek when we ride through here. North of Blackwell is a prime area for being bombarded by flying nymphs.

On a blazing hot summer early morning with the city traffic roaring! And the hot sun blazing, birds chirping and the smell of fresh green grass. Me and my family were packing and getting ready for our yearly powwow trail trip. My mooshum and kokum were they’re usual selves laughing and cracking jokes, I and my cousins knew they weren’t that funny but laughed at their jokes anyways. After we were all packed and ready we all piled into my kookum’s van and set off to our destination with the hot sun reflecting off the black pavement. The drive to Muskoday reserve was long and tiring, the van was humid and making us irritated, so I decided to roll down my window to let the summer air cool us off, the cool breeze was flowing and the music was booming! A bit later we arrived to our destination with our eyes popping taking in all the scenery around us, mind you this was our first time being in the reserve Muskoday. The excitement of being there and meeting new people was over whelming, the anxious feeling of just wanting to run off and enjoy the scenery with my cousins and friends I had met before from the powwow trails we took yearly.

In Osoyoos Canada there was a lake. This lake is special. This lake is magical. A baby girl emerges from the lake. She is a blond beautiful baby girl. She looks around and see’s steam rising from the north. She heads north and finds her new family there. The same day there was a volcanic eruption near the lake. A baby girl emerged from the volcano. She had jet black hair and fire in her eye’s. She saw smoke coming from a house so she crawled all the way to the house and found a new family. They got to the house at the same time. They saw each other and knew the girls were going to the same house. They knocked and then laid down holding hands. A lady dressed for bed came out and saw the girls. The man came out once the woman had called him. They were about 25. The

The short story, “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge” is separated into three parts. Part one is comprised of Peyton Farquhar standing on a railroad bridge over the water. His legs and hands are bound together and has a noose positioned over his neck. Two soldiers, a sergeant and a captain closely surround him; off in the distance army sentinels stand at attention. He stands on a board and the sergeant stands at the other. In the moments before the sergeant steps away, Farquhar thinks about his wife and children and freeing himself from his constraints and running away. Then, the sergeant steps off the board.

“An occurrence at owl creek bridge” written by Ambrose Bierce has multiple strong themes across this short story. For example, “Justice will prevail” is most noticed at the end of the short story, and the other main theme, “You can’t escape your problems”, is the less dominant theme but still shows itself in the beginning, middle, and end of the story. There are many smaller themes like, “Treat others the way that you want to be treated” that are smaller and play a less significant role in the short story. The mood that I feel is “sympathetic” and “fairness” after I found out why Peyton was getting hung.

We were on our way to San Antonio, Texas a white minivan full of kids on their soccer uniforms ready to play on the hot summer of 2008. They had invited us to participate on a youth national tournament with soccer teams from all over the United States. At that time I was just 11 years old and didn’t knew that much about traveling, and most important without my parents. The minivan was full of kids with the enthusiasm of traveling to a new city with big buildings, famous places to visit and many attractions, where none of us had traveled before.

Spending quality time with family is one of my favorite childhood memories, whether it was spending time outdoors, playing ping pong, or watching a movie. My most meaningful family memory came from our vacation to Colorado back in 2004; yes, 2004. Although I don’t remember all of the events that transpired, I’m able to recall most of the memorable events that took place. It was a cool, misty morning in the Colorado Rocky Mountains, and I could distinctly hear the unmistakable elk calls that echoed through the mountains. The breeze gently scraped my face as I got into the car to begin the first day of our family vacation in Colorado. I could hear the car tires gently humming on the road during this cool, foggy, Colorado morning. As I looked past the lanky pine trees, glistening drops of dew formed on the tall grass, dancing with the wind. As we moved further down the road, I could see the tip of the sun barely begin to peek over the steep, snowy mountain peaks; however, the sun was soon covered by the misty Colorado clouds. This was it: our family vacation!