I am all by myself driving a 1985 CJ5 Jeep up a dirt road, I can smell the spruce trees as I take the turn up a steep incline. Before I can continue I must stop and lock the hub caps in order to engage four wheel drive. Then I continue up the steep eight mile rocky drive through narrow terrain but finally I get close enough to see the creek and the beaver pond I am headed to. Once I,ve parked the Jeep I think to myself I'm probably well over 8,000 feet above sea level. After I’ve walked down to the bank I can see the crystal clear water is flowing with freezing melted snow flowing over rock; forming small eddies which make it possible for hatches to occur on the surface where
If you examine a vehicle, you may agree that it is greater than the sum its parts. Individually, the engine, battery, tires, steering wheel, and steel body can’t haul a teen to school or an associate to work like they can when they are all working together as a cohesive unit. Just like any vehicle, the common wealth of a community is greater than the needs of the individuals that make up the community. When the individuals of a community entangle themselves in a web of wants and selfish desires, they tend to loose sight of the well being of the people who surround them, the environment in which they thrive off of, and, in the long-run, themselves. In conjunction, author Scott Russell Sanders’ article titled “Defending Our Common Wealth” highlights these points as well as emphasizes creating a new vision of wealth, encouraging community over consumption and consumerism to his audience.
Hi there, I’m Carby the carbon! Right now I’m a part of Kaibab limestone in the lithosphere, though.. I have been here for millions of years, it’s growing quite stale... Fortunately, I am nearing the surface. As I finally break out, I instantly get exposed to water and dissolve into a carbonate ion in the air!
Looking back out of the small window, I catch a final glimpse of corn fields and lonely railroad crossings before they dip below the horizon. For my first time on a plane, the excitement of adventure meets me as I depart from the comfort of home and enter a world unknown outside of Nebraska. Seeing the world in God’s view as the landscape evolves below, I fall in love with flying. Looking down from 30,000 feet and seeing earth on such a vast scale, I realize how much there is to discover.
Today marks the end of an era on the certified master tech blog. I traded in my 2009 Cadillac SRX for an infiniti M37x. This is not something that I wanted to do. In this post I'll explain why I felt I had no choice, but to bail out before things got ugly. At the end I'll talk a little about why I chose the Infiniti over another Cadillac. I'll also share a picture of my new car.
Just this past summer, under the hot, and sticky sun, we pushed our car to the limit, on our 1,000 mile journey to the Rocky Mountains in Colorado, although in actuality we might have pushed our fears to the absolute limit. Flipping through the Colorado vacation brochure proved to have posed some interesting vacation destinations, such as "Big Bear Lake" and Trail Ridge Road. With the intent to get high in the sky, our family headed out the next morning to Trail Ridge Road, which is a road that takes you up to a staggering height of 12,000 feet. Although optimistic, we imagined of the vast fields of green, the glacier-topped mountains, and the valleys that undertake the them. As we climbed up to the peak, it seemed apparent that there
It was August of 1829 in Mississippi. Men were harvesting corn and beans. The smell of the Choctaw own acorn bread filled the air. All the children were prancing about, playing with friends, shooting squirrels with their little toy bows, and wrestling for the last bite of jerky. All but one child. That lonely little boy’s name was Koi. Koi never got to play with the other Choctaw boys, as he had to prepare to become chief.
It’s not just the games played in front of thousands of hostile fans, but the travel for a mid-major with long bus rides and airport layovers takes its toll too.
Dear Stan, It’s been a rough couple of months so far here in Da Nang. Just an hour ago, the NVA moved up closer to the airfield and shot down a loaded C-130 transport plane. The wreckage was spread out all over the runway, killing around twentie two guys. At first, I didn’t even know the NVA had RPG-7’s. The Soviets must have supplied them well, I wasn’t surprised that they would support any country against us. Anyway, I’ve been unlucky in the recent months like I said before. It was August 2nd, and Cpt. Cole called in a Huey gunship. We needed fire support on hill 137, there were several NVA 50.cal positions that were dugg in. They also had plenty of RPK bipod mounts all over the mountain, we were ducked the whole time to avoid getting nailed
Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.
Many countries in the current world interact through trade and commerce. Their closeness can be attributed to some of the past engagements which have been rejuvenated in the modern times through the rise of globalization. In North America, the ties that existed for a long time as a result of secure trade networks can be linked to the history and the nature of the countries which colonized the region in the 1700s. The existing interrelationship can be viewed from different angles which include political, social, and economic. This paper will argue that studying the legislative history of North American continent in the 1700s regarding British rule is crucial in understanding of the existing relationships between North America, the Caribbean, Africa, and Europe.
It was mid november in the ozarks. A small mountain range located in the heart of the midwest. The trees are beautiful and the day is quite. One of the dead lies about 20 feet in front of me. I don't want to shoot him but he sees me. He starts to walk towards me. Although it doesn't look much like a walk. Its lifeless with no objective it justs walks, endlessly seeking nothing but what drives it to be alive. Human flesh, it's been 3 years now since the outbreak. Nobody knows how it started or where it came from. However it came hard and fast the first year was a nightmare, everyone i knew slowly died off. I've been on my own now for about 6 months. Using the wilderness and the rockiness of the ozarks to help keep me alive. The walker is slowly
"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.
“We all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine. We. . .”
Pulling into the drive-in of Sonic, the vibrant colors of the screen light up the black interior of my red Avenger. I ask my friend what she would like to eat, as her long painted finger nails nick the coins she is counting out trying to decide what she had enough money for. Although the lights in my car are not on, the moon and neon lights beaming from sonic provides enough light for her to count. The food on the screen, and the warm, fruity, aroma of the fried food and slushes coming from the building urge us to look for more money.
Both my academic and professional experience provides me great confidence that I will be effective at this position. A solid educational foundation in Environmental Studies equipped me with the knowledge and the expertise to address environmental issues to the public.