Descriptive Essay : A Personal Narrative : The Day Of Camping

The sun was glistening through the tall, swaying pines. To the right of the trail, a gentle river flowed softly down towards the mouth of the lake. Walking across the rickety wooden bridge, I inhaled a deep breath of refreshingly crisp mountain air. The sun beat down on me as I made my way across the bridge and back onto the well-used hiking trail. The ambient sounds of chirping birds, babbling water, and the croaks of several frogs filled my ears as I made my way around the bend. As I entered the mouth of the forest, I could see my father standing in the middle of the path, glancing upwards, taking in the beauty that had began to engulf us. “We better get going.” he said, looking back at me. “There’s still many miles to go.” I smiled and turned, taking in one last view of the beautiful creekside. Then, with determination, we set out to finish the challenging trek we had started.

The narrative entitled “Reminiscences of My Life in Camp” is an up close look into the life of Susie King Taylor. Susie King Taylor was an African American woman born as a slave in Savannah Georgia during the antebellum period of America. Susie Taylor was born 14 years before the start of the civil war. A war that would eventually lead to the abolishment of slavery in America. The narrative of Susie Taylor tells her story as an individual, but still provides information about life during the war. Throughout the story Taylor talks about what it was like experiencing the war so closely and how life within a Black infantry included racism, discrimination, violence, and illness. Taylor also gives us details about her childhood, education, and the bond she developed with the Black soldiers. Above all we get to see how education shaped Taylor’s life and the lives of those that she was around. Education was highly important in Susie King Taylor’s life because it gave her a greater

With a title such like “Camping for Their Lives”, one might think that the article will discuss people living completely on their own in nature, like a “Survivor” or a “Man vs. Wild”, but this title could be misleading. The article speaks about poor communities such as Hoovervilles, and how many people are scavenging and living in and out of tents just to survive. Camping for their Lives by Scott Bransford addresses a critical issue that in today’s world, and provides an emotional impact to those living in these communities, as well as statistics and expert opinions about these areas.

I was brought up in a broken family where education was not a priority. I was shipped around from relative to relative and eventually I ended up in being place a couple of group homes. I was what some might call a problem child. I once went to a wilderness camp, there I learned a lot about surviving of the land and team work. This started my love affair with the great outdoors. I am grateful for the lessons that were taught to me. I learned to hunt, fish, and live off of the land. There are all things that I continue to love in my life now.

The article “Camping for Their Lives” the author did not provide enough points to prove his view that tent cities are the new form of informal urbanism and that housing like tents and shanties are a valuable solution for the increasing rate of homelessness in the country. The author also talks about the increasing population of people who live in so-called tent cities, and the controversies about the tent cities and how it did impact the community. This article shows the analyzation of the author’s technique used in article “Camping for Their Lives” with the use of strength and weakness evidence in the text.

Ten minutes later everyone has eaten and have reasonably nice hair. We pile in the car and race to Sally and Paul's house. We drop the kids off at the door and jump back in the car to race to camp. We pull the car over and walk the last mile as to not draw attention to Camp.

The summer before my senior year, I worked at Camp Evergreen, a Christian summer camp in north Georgia. My cabin that summer was the oldest boys, there would be two first-time campers joining us. One of them was an older foster child who has had a lasting impact on the way that I empathize with the experiences of others. His name was Chris.

On February 1st, the group set out on the expedition. After the group did not send a telegram like promised, a search party was formed, initially made up by students and volunteers, & later including army and police forces. About a week after the search party was formed, the tent was found. The student who found the tent made this statement: “the tent was half torn down and covered with snow. It was empty, and

Three summers ago I arrived at the sunny shores of Camp Lake Hubert. It was my seventh summer and I was going for the highest award in sailing. Nervous to meet the new sailing director who I would be working closely with over the next eight weeks. I started the long walk with my friends down to the sailing dock. We did not go sailing on the first day. We stayed on shore and went over parts of the boat and played get to know you games. Once the activity was over I went over to her to introduce myself and talk about my award. Her name was Steffyy she was 5”2’ and from Liverpool England. During free swim, we talked about what my award was going to entail and got to know each other. As the session went on I was completing requirements at a quick

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to go hiking with some friends, and have them tell you to walk off a cliff backwards? Well, that is what happened last summer when I went camping at Capitol Reef. It was a Monday morning when my friends and I met at a neighbor's house. After everyone stuffed all their bags into the truck and grabbed their snacks we all piled in the vehicle and started off towards Capitol Reef.

Good morning, this is Deanne and I’m talking with Jacki this morning and Jackie is going to give us a little insight on what she has seen at the camp and what she sees as progress and her experience as an instructor here working with the students.

Camping is one of the many outdoor activities that allow people to commune with nature and even bond with their family members and friends in a pleasurable manner. Just as other activities, though, this one requires the proper planning for it to go smoothly for the participants. When people ignore the recommended camping tips and checklists to help them plan, they may run into issues the dampen their pleasure.

With beads of hot sticky sweat rolling down my temples I anxiously ruffle my sandy brown hair and fidget about with my black rimmed hipster glasses as I analyze the enigma I am in. Ok just let me think for just one moment I said to myself the campsite was past those old silver birch trees on the second fork going right. As I walk around hesitantly I contemplate my ability to remember directions properly and decide it would just be best if just try to find my way back to camp. However, after retracing my steps and trying my initial plans I wind up somewhere else that reminded me slightly of Alabama. Having nothing better to do I decide that I should record this ordeal with my Gopro so I can document what Kristen and

It was a cloudy but hot day in Puebla, Mexico and my uncle had asked me and my two brothers, if we would like to go to the beach. He had told us that if we want to go we had to ask our parents and they had to say yes . Since I was the youngest at the time I would whine, cry and yell and throw thing so we can go I would ask multiple times and sometimes get yelled at so I would pretend I was crying and would get my way most of the time . My parents did not want us to go at first, but they said yes because my aunt wanted them to help her out in moving her stuff back home. So we told our uncle that our parents said we can go to the beach and we got all the things we were going to use at go in our car and drove to the beach. My uncle was telling us that when he was younger him and my dad would always get yelled at by the same old man because he said they made a lot of noise but in reality they were one of the quitest people there which i thought was funny . He also said this is where he met my aunt and he said he proposed at the same spot where they had their first kiss. i didn't really know what to say so all i said was cool. The car ride was pretty boring we just talked for a while I ended up taking a nap but they woke me up because there where like 10 cows and horses were running around in dirt. I was going to go back to sleep but one of the horses ended up following us up the hill I thought it was pretty cool the horse what white and had light brown spots on it . we got to

“Bye Alex, be safe, we’ll see you in one day.” Mom said. We were spending Christmas with my sister this year at her apartment in California. I was leaving on a plane today and my parents were leaving tomorrow. We couldn’t get three seats on a plane at the same time. I always loved seeing my sister and her apartment it was always so nice there. I got on the plane and I found my seat right away I was in the middle of a three seater with two young girls on either side of me. They were both sleeping and I thought I liked my seat, but it dawned on me that two six year old girls aren't going to be polite, nice kids. I guess I’ll find out when they wake up. I fell asleep within the hour and I slept until the end of the flight. Luckily I never found out what those girls were like. I exited the plane as I felt the warm air of California enter the airport. I saw my sister right there waiting for me and I ran up and gave her a big hug. My sister's name was Olivia and she wore her dark red Stanford sweatshirt with black sweatpants. “Come on lazybones, let's get to the apartment before traffic gets really bad.” She said excitedly.