Descriptive Essay About Going To The Creek

The swirling wind deposited my hair into a disarray on top of my head. My legs and feet were sore from the constant hiking and my back ached from the cumbersome backpack. The discomfort was pushed into the back of mind because in just a few more steps, I would summit another mountain. Although it may seem illogical, my interest in hiking started before I could even walk. When I was still quite young, I remember being put into a child carrier on my dad’s back, my head bobbing in rhythm to his steps. I am told that sitting in that backpack is the quietest I had ever been, as I was enraptured by the passing trees give way to the sunny slopes of the alpine. Upon learning how to walk, I began to pester my parents to free me from the prison that was the child carrier, and ever since then, hiking has become one of my favorite hobbies. My parents have since fostered my love for hiking, as I have had the good fortune of being able to travel all over the world including to Austria, Iceland, and Utah.

Traveling is one of my family’s favorite things to do. The family has visited numerous places throughout the United States, however, none are as memorable as Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta, there are many places to go and sights to see such as: Cola-cola factory, Cabbage Patch Kids Factory, Under Ground Mall, the Zoo, Atlanta Braves Stadium, Six Flags Over Georgia, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta Aquarium, are all in or near the city of Atlanta. The three that we visit on every trip to Atlanta are Six Flags, Stone Mountain, and the Atlanta Aquarium.

In the book, A Long Walk to Water by Linda Sue Park so much has happened and it makes the reader recognize that individuals are able to survive in challenging environments in remarkable ways. The character Salva has been through the Civil War for years and in the book, it says “More than Twelve hundred boys arrived safely. It took them a year and a half,”(Page eighty-two). Salva lost his uncle and after that, he left alive and he felt like a leader. He soon then became a leader and somehow led a gigantic group of boys to a camp for over a year. It is crazy how these boy is surviving these hot environments. In the book, it also says on page seventy-seven “Then Salva saw the telltale flick of a crocodile’s tail as it flopped into the water near

Dustin Vaughan had a terrible game on Sunday night. He didn’t look comfortable in the pocket threw picks & just was all over the place with the ball. Showers showed poised while being very calm while in the pocket. When moving outside of the pocket he always kept his eyes downfield to look for open wide-receivers. The fact that Showers can play special teams and make tackles he wouldn’t be a waste to use for the 46 game day roster if coaches decide to use him. I also considered that the Cowboys could go back to keeping two quarterbacks and hoping they could land Showers on practice squad.

Follow The River by James Alexander Thom is about Mary Ingles gruesome but yet courageous tale of her remarkable 1,000 mile journey home after she had escaped form the captivity of the Shawnee Indians. Through Mary Ingles hard work and determination she proved that all obstacles big and small can be overcome.

Rugged River Rapids In the rugged river rapids, The salmon slowly swim. Four years in the ocean,

A few miles northeast of Afton, the Neosho river runs long, and deep. There is a path that runs along the river bank that has been beaten hard by the ranchers coming down from the ranches transporting their goods. The path is wide, and covered with grinded up gravel caused by the many trucks, and trailers that drive across it. The Neosho river is long, and green; home to many critters that scurry throughout the river’s surface. Beneath the surface is another world that is inhabited by creatures, who thrive on the very little food that the Neosho river produces. On the muddy river bank, tree leaves lie deep within the sandy shore, engulfed by clay like sand. Then from the direction of the gravel path came the sound of footsteps on the loose

Every year, the honors biology students who attend Rockford High School travel on a school bus to a secret location. Some years, the windows on the bus have been blocked with black construction paper so the eager kids dressed in their old sweat pants and shirts will not be able to memorize the path taken by the driver. After journeying on endless dirt roads, the school buses emerge to see a farmhouse with nothing except for a vast wilderness behind it- and of course, the students are not there for the farmhouse. One group on the annual bog walk last May were my closest friends and I. Walking through the woods was nothing new to us, but treading through a viscous bog filled with logs and animals that could be lurking right in front of our next step, was a completely different story. One moment, I was stepping on the comfort of dry land, and the next, I was wading waist deep in the unknown cold, black water. Towards the end of the trip, my class and I approached a field surrounding a puddle of murky water. “Jump in,” my teacher told us. Immediately, a group of students took the plunge and were submerged into the swamp. I kept asking myself, “how deep is it? Would I touch the bottom?”. I had to push all of those thoughts out of my head. I took the hands of my friends, and together, we leaped into uncharted territory.

It has been a long time since hooligans from Fairview stole the trophy and Medicine Lake School's locks have been upgraded by the new Tom Green administration. The old locks have been replaced with expensive and unpickable Abloy cylinders and all glass windows are now alarmed. Nevertheless, despite all the extra security, various items have begun missing from the school for no clear reason. One day, about a third of the computer keyboards are nowhere to be found. The next day, half the clocks are gone. The day after that, someone has taken all the speakers out of the ceiling on the west side. Having a reputation as the guy who got the stolen trophy back from Fairview, I get a call from Tom Green.

Looking at my phone, I check to see if there are any new notifications. None. the backdrop is all that appears. I proceed to unlock my phone and see what’s new on Twitter. Nothing has changed since the last time I looked three minutes ago. Just the same tweet that reads, “I can’t believe how much work I have for this week!” I lock my phone and continue on my way to class. Four minutes later, I’m back on Twitter and the same tweet still appears at the top of my feed: “I can’t believe how much work I have for this week!” The cycle repeats itself and before I know it, I’ve spent the majority of my day looking through a little, electronic screen to stay connected to the world.

I was in my Mother’s car anxiously awaiting the yearly trip to Schlitterbahn, I wanted to watch out my window to remember where ‘the promised land’ would be so I could remember it next year.

Entering at Cades Cove, I hiked down the narrow muddy trail through the forest listening for the sounds of rushing water. The cold crystal-clear water flowed effortlessly over the smooth rocks and the air was quite refreshing. Carefully, I made my way down stream watching my footing, while admiring the spectacular scenery. The remoteness of the area provided solitude and the quiet stillness was relaxing. As the sun-beamed overhead, I caught a glimpse of a large dark fish with a light-yellow back and light spots, a brook trout. Moving about I cast my line in the distance and was patient as the brilliant rainbow trout with it silvery sides, bluish green backs, black spots, and bright pink bands shined in the sun’s rays. I lost track of time in the peaceful environment, and after several hours, I had my quota of five trout over seven inches, a successful day for any angler. Then, I headed to the campsite to freshen up and then hurried off for horseback riding at Sugarland Riding

We stopped at a fisherman's shanty on the river and bought a pail of minnows. With these, our fishing tackle and lunch, we started up the river to an old ship yard. The docks and ships were falling apart. The fish like to stay around the old piling and sunken ships. We fished for a while but caught nothing. Then I wandered around into different spots. Finally I dropped my line right into a school of perch. I called my father and he came running. Between us we caught over thirty perch in less than a half hour. Of course my father caught the most. In the excitement the lunch blew into the river, as we had just

Kayak The other day, I asked Ruben how he knew he loved his girlfriend, Amy. I asked him because-surprise-I'm upset about how you won't tell me you love me. I know that you don't want to cheapen those words by saying them too often. I get that, and I understand, and I respect you for that. But what you don't understand is that I need to hear those words come out of your mouth. I need to hear you say them with conviction. I want to feel needed and loved! Anyways, Ruben said he knew he loved Amy when he realized she could make him the happiest person on the planet, but also the most miserable. Well MJ, I'd just like you to know that you have made me the most miserable person ever. Flashback to lunch today: my mom was trying to have a conversation

“Wow, smart guy, nobody gets anything past you!” I said giving him shit right back. “Thank God your mom’s abortion on you didn’t take or the world would be a lesser place without that sunny disposition of yours.”