Descriptive Essay - My Canoe Trip

It is very challenging and rewarding to capture moving subject in action. I want to capture this series because it is an appealing subject to me, I believe the purpose for taking shots of kayak and canoes would to interact with the action combined with the danger that is involved in the sport. I want the audience to feel part of the intense moments.

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.

During the past summer, I had an experience that changed my life. The experience wasn’t one moment or one day, but rather a whole week with my family and cousins. The reason this trip was so important to me is because I did a lot of things for the first time and it was a great opportunity to explore outside of Minnesota. I really like Montana or any state with mountains, so it was very fun to see and experience all that. But the main reason i’m using this trip for my experience is because I like to think about the future. Going to Montana helped me think about that because I am most likely going to live there or in some state with mountains. It was just extremely fun to think about.

I was sitting lazily on my couch watching tv it was Saturday morning the sun was up and the birds were out. I was bored I had nothing to do I had watched the same show on tv already at least 3 time I was too tired to get up so i watched the show again for a fourth time. That’s when my mom came in and turned off the tv “Spencer you have been watching the tv for 2 hours!” My mom said raising her voice “ why don’t you go outside and play?” “Uhh mom do I have to?” She gave me a sinister stare so i got up put my shoes got on my bike and rode away.

After deep thought and an hour of wasted time consisting of snapchatting and laying in various parts of my room, Lily suggests that we go down to The Dollar Tree and get some funny, random toys to quench our desire to do something, anything! I lived on the corner of Lindsay and Brown and the dollar store was located on Lindsay and University, so the mile distance was a short, doable journey. On our way back, our new-bought silly string in hand, Lily and I ran ahead of the three others that accompanied us, and we headed back to my house. When we arrived home, we hid behind the pillars and patiently waited for the others’ return. As we could hear their voices morph from a slight mumble into a real conversation, we jumped out and surprise attacked the girls with a silly string invasion. What Lily and I thought to be a harmless, funny act, really upset the three of them, especially Rachel. They would not come inside my house and insisted we go away from them. As me and Lily now sit in my room laughing and trying to forget about the drama that was on the rise, I began to hear scurrying noises downstairs accompanied by “oh my gosh” and “she’s gonna be so mad”. I walked out of my room to find Rachel covering my house with the purple slime she bought at The Dollar Tree. Everywhere I looked, it was there: rubbed into the hallway carpet, spread down the walls, down the laundry shoot, on the towels, and in the refrigerator, as if it were rapidly multiplying throughout my house. It was something out of a cartoon and I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I know we were young and immature, but this took it to a new level, and I couldn’t contain my anger. Tears automatically came running down my face as I knew I’d be dead when my parents came home. “Get out of

I'm back! This past summer was a whirlwind of working all the time. Raft guiding is a 24/7 job, even when you're only doing three trips a day. The internet at the boathouse was not the best and I was always getting off work after the library closed. I know, what a rough life, spending all my time on Clear Creek...it did make doing chores a bit of a challenge though. To summarize my summer in one post would take too much time and I wouldn't be able to find the words to describe all the wonderful people I met and the amazing experiences I had. I will say that living out of the back of my little green Subaru Outback was an experience in itself and has made me appreciate beds all the more. I can't wait to go back next summer though. The Creek has truly captured my heart for the time being.

Ryder’s class. So, then I realized that My laptop was in my room. So I opened the door slowly and want to my table and grab my MacBook. Then when I was coming back I fell down on the floor. “Boom”!! Immediately my parents came upstairs like they were going to go run a race, and like they were going to win.They saw my door opened. My sister came to my room with her phone, and says” should i call the doctor, or should I call 911, or wait should I go get your phone and call the doctor”. “Go get my phone, and call the doctor as quick as possible” dad reply after hearing my sister Brooklyn talk a

Do you ever have a dream where you’re falling, and it feels so real that your body wakes you up? Well this was not a dream. I was falling, and there was no bed for me to wake up in.

It wasn’t long until summer, this being my last few days at this school. I really liked this school but mama said “Oh, you poor child we must go your father has just got promoted again.” I knew that was the end of that. Mama doesn’t like when I argue so I don’t. As my papa got home I said, “How was work.” He did not respond to that though so I took it like he did not have a good day. I thought to myself I wonder did he have a good day mama said he got promoted. As I walked into my room to change into my play clothes I heard my friends yell, “Dude you coming out?” I sighed, ”Yeah.” I darted down stairs and told mama that I would be back before dusk. I ran outside and a man came up to me and said, “Listen kid I’m goanna kill you if you don’t give that hat and that watch too, OR ELSE!” I started to run and he chased me to the city and of course I fell. The man grab me by the arm and said “if you eve-I cut him off “If I ever WHAT?” He punched me in the jaw and I laughed “A girl can hit harder than that!” For my smart mouth he did again this time my loose tooth came out and I told him “do it again might make ya feel better.” I finally out of his grip and when I got home I got in the shower and after I put my pajamas on. I woke up and got ready for school. I

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.

It was a breezy, warm, peaceful day. The sun was setting, and the sky was painted an array of pink, orange and yellow. the clouds stretched long across the sky, and the pale glow of the moon was beginning to show. While my little bro Aj and I were biking around the neighborhood, our mom yelled out “CHASITY! AJ! Come inside now!” “Dinner time hah Aj?” I asked. “Hopefully, I’m hungry!” he replied while biking full speed towards home. When we got there, turns out dinner was still cooking, so me and Aj just sat on the couch in the living room with our parents. “Aj, Chasity, your dad and I have something to tell you.” mom said. Then dad replied with a stern look “Your mother and I, have decided to move to California…” “We are going to start packing soon… And we’re leaving around August 18.” I had a mini heart attack, “WHAT?! YOU NEVER TOLD US! I had plans with my friends already for the upcoming school year...” I thought to myself sadly. Shocked by the news, I just said “Ok.” and walked to the hallway to pet my fluffy dog Rexx for comfort. While petting him, I felt a lump under his fur on his hind leg. I thought nothing of it, and kept on petting him.

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.

The boat ride to America was long, 14 days to be exact, and the whole time I felt utterly dysfunctional. It’s as if I could see all my surroundings and I knew what was going on around me, but my body felt foreign to me. I couldn’t think straight. Hunger was nonexistent. I soon forgot what it was like to sleep. My eyesight got blurry. Oppressive grief hung like a cloud above my head, following me everywhere I went. I felt strange. I was brought back to reality when a hand, of a white man in a white jacket, waved in front of my face. I blinked slowly and frowned. When did I end up here? I don’t remember walking here. I racked my mind for answers, but all I was left with was a blank space. He quickly examined me and unlike most, he took a piece

I set down my computer not knowing what to write about. It was almost time for school and I was exhausted. I looked at the alarm clock it was 6:30 a.m. Just then my mom walked into my bedroom and said, “Time to get up Spencer. It’s the last day of school for you, before we move to Malibu. How long have you been awake?” I thought for a moment. “About an hour, but I can explain. I needed to think of ideas for the book I’m writing.” I said. She looked at me with rage, “Spencer! A growing girl needs a lot of sleep!” I stood up from my desk, and went to my dresser. “I’m going to get dressed,” I said as my mom walked out of the room. I opened my top dresser drawer, and pulled out a white tank top with black polka dots in it. As I put my new shirt

Like it was yesterday I remember my first vacation on a cruise. My Dad and I went on a three- day long cruise to The Bahamas. I had never been on a cruise, so it was a new experience for me. We needed to be in Tampa for our departure, so we drove the two hours from Orlando, Florida to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. My Dad and I used this time to talk, make plans for the trip and think about our upcoming adventures on the cruise.