Descriptive Essay : My Favorite Camping Spots

One of my favorite place that i like to visit all the time is Atlantic City. I love going there because is beautiful at the ocean . I cannot begin to tell you how excited i became when my friend cooky invited me to stayed a day with her at her apartment in Atlantic City . It's my only chances to get away during the week. My kids are left behind with my brother and father. Thankfully i have that backup.

My favorite place to be would be the city and are of McGregor Minnesota. About eight miles north of the small town is Big Sandy Lake, which is where my cabin is located. This is truly my favorite place to be, especially during the warm summer months.

Do you have a favorite tourist attraction? Personally mine would be Gatlinburg Tennessee. Although Gatlinburg is a long trip, there is just so many different exciting things to do. Gatlinburg is a great place to go to Cades Cove, go to Dolly World, and also go to The Comedy Barn.

On the far Northern border of Dundee Wisconsin, a small Scout Camp was founded in 1946 and a legend was born. This camp was named Long Lake, after the lake upon which it resides, and it would experience its fair share of storms and turmoil over the ensuing years. Some of its visitors only ever viewed it as a mosquito infested swamp while others would go on to call it their second home. To me however, I have always had a love hate relationship with its wooded trails and murky waters, yet I shall always cherish my memories of it in my heart. Regardless, Camp Long Lake is still one of my favorite places to visit with its quaint ecology conservation lodge, the various activities its main waterfront has to offer, and the thrills of sleeping

Suddenly, leaves rustled in the distance and a small doe appeared with piercing brown eyes and a jet-black nose eating luscious wild blackberries from a bush. After walking a short distance, faint sounds of rushing water filled the atmosphere and the scenery unexpectedly changed. Giant old hemlock trees towered over the trickling picturesque creek that parallels the trail, whispering in the breeze. A natural freshness emerged in the mountain air approaching Abrams Falls as misty sprays of chilly sprinkles bounced off my body. The cascading water roared and rumbled over the broad ledge, appearing frosty white and foamy before plummeting into the deep, crystal-clear pool below. Like most visitors, I dipped my hands into the water pool and enjoyed a cool refreshing drink. The sun beamed overhead in the blue sky and a nippy breeze caressed my body as I sat on an enormous, gray boulder admiring the magnificent natural wonder of the Abram Falls. Trekking on Abrams Falls Trail and observing the powerful, breathtaking waterfall was a memorable excursion that I hope to share with

The next day was hot and humid, so we waited until it was dark to go. It was about 11:00 pm until we were satisfied with the temperature. My Mom, aunt Shannon, cousin Reed, and I all got into the car, and began our trip to the lake. On arrival, I could already see the water rushing around, crashing into the concrete walls. A few people were fishing on the end with no walls, just big rocks here and there. There were some lights shining, with different insects buzzing around them, so you could see.

We are finally here. First, we check in at the camp office, we had online reservations for a specific site, so the registration went with ease. Then we stock up on firewood purchasing five bundles. Being somewhat of a regular here we know exactly how to get to our destination campground. We drove on a narrow, winding dirt road, the gravel under the tires made a popping sound to our site and the drive was gorgeous - fall foliage at its best. A coating of vibrant red, yellow, and orange covers the terrain. Panoramic views of the sprawling Pawtackaway lake are breathtaking to witness. Wooded campgrounds line the shore of the lake and most of them come with a private view of the water. You get the feeling of being secluded in forest and lake environment with a relaxing and picturesque atmosphere. The lake is spotted with numerous various size islands mainly created from post glacier rock formations. Much of the topography is boulder spawn giving it a New Hampshire mountain feel. There actually is a small mountain you can hike. Hiking trails overlooking the rim of the rambling lake. There is a no better place to escape to the great

The Smithton Sportsman's Club is one of the most beautiful places in Smithton, Illinois. Upon entering, it does not look like much, but as I pull up on the gravel road next to the first pavilion, the first lake becomes visible. Trucks rolling along the gravel road and singing frogs are the only sounds that I can hear. Large trees reflect perfectly off the still water. Occasionally a frog jumps in or a fish makes a splash: making the only movement in the water. Separating the first two lakes is a dam that allows me to walk across to the third lake. When standing on the bank, I look through the clear water and see small bluegill swimming around in search of food. As I walk towards the third lake I see trees perfectly lined up to make relaxing

A bitter breeze makes its way down the lake until it reaches the shoreline. As I am looking towards Ruby Island I feel an algid whip hit my face, sending shivers through my spine. An astonishment of nippy air gives me goose bumps causing my arm hairs to stick up like soldiers ready to scuffle away the bitterness. I saunter towards the end of the wharf , clinching my fists tightly in my pockets to keep the coolness of the air from touching my fingers. With every step I take, I can feel my feet sliding beneath me from the metal wiring that covers the hard wooden surface.Being very cautious trying not slip into the ferocious wavy water I take a peek at what is beneath. The waves no longer look inviting like were six months ago. Instead, they look sharp and snappy enough to freeze a soul. As I am scanning the rugged surface of the lake, something catches my eye.

I have had the opportunity to live in both Montana and Costa Rica, both which are synonymous with anything that might encompass the thoughts of adventure,environment and the outdoors. So much so, that their economy is centralized around eco-tourism. I always had Glacier National Park, the Bob Marshal Wilderness and Corcovado National Park right at my footsteps do to my father being a wildlife biologist.

My favorite place is San Clemente in California. I remember my first time going there falling in love with that town. I have a friend who invited me to come over his house, and I went two years ago. Since that occasion San Clemente turned into my favorite place to be. In this paper, I am going to explain a little bit of the background of this story. When I first got here I remember passing hard times as an international student since I could not get use to speaking the language, living in a different country and living a different life style. During my first week in school in The United States I knew a friend from California whom always hang out with, so was on spring break when I got to go to San Clemente for the first time in my entire life. I will describe further how is that place like and why is my favorite.

After going down to Wildwood for the first time I fell in love. It turned out to be wonderful and relaxing. As soon as you arrive at the Wildwood you can instantly smell the fresh salt water in the warm air. You can feel the ocean breeze flow through your hair and down your spine. You can see all the families enjoying a great day together.

My camping experience as a child left an indelible mark on my life it is a day I will never forget. It was my first introduction to the “countryside” and the simple tranquility it holds over the busy, fast-paced life of any city. Later on during the eight-week trip, we had been taught how to ride horses, how to shoot a bow and arrow, swim, kayak, fish, and so much more. While I do not often have the time to go camping and have yet to do so since Big Silver, the memory is always there to remind me of an activity I could do that will provide rest during stressful

The landscape in between is dotted with homes and small rural towns that embody small town America. Montana also had stunning contrasts of landscapes, geological features, and biomes that change drastically. I could be at my family friends house in central Montana on the plains and be in the mountains 10 minutes from their house. No matter where I go in Montana I will never get bored of the landscapes I see, and find something new. Working for United States Forest Service as a firefighter gave me a chance to explore forests. I was able to gain a better appreciation for them, and their beauty. My father loved the outdoors, and passed that on to me teaching me to appreciate and respect the wilderness. Robin Bielman once said “Montana should come with a surgeon general warning that its addictive. The sky is big and blue, and the air is always fresh and crisp.” Its hard to put into worlds this prospective of Montana and wilderness, no words can adequately describe it. In John Stienbek's Travels with Charley: In Search of America he describes his feels on Montana. He says “I am in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana its is love, and its difficult to analyze love when you're in it.” Montana is the embodiment of wilderness, and draws people. For me it is hard to quantify wilderness growing up in one I have loved for so long. However, I would never want to give up this wilderness for the joy, and benefits it gives

At the end of the dock is a sign that reads; "No Fishing, No Swimming, No Dumping"; a sign that is quite often recognized by all visitors of parks and lakes and as big as the windshield. Around the lake there a hills and valleys around Lake Lavon. $200,00 home are springing up like mad. Retirees, former airline pilots, and people generally burned out on big cities are discovering Lake Lavon. The small lake but the perfect weather, and the safe-quiet atmosphere are drawing people like a cover-up draws Ed Bradly. Without thought or hesitation we smiled and warmly held ourselves in each other arms and slowly sat down together at the end of the dock, put out feet in the water and the water was so cool like melted water from snow (to eat the strawberries we brought). The strawberries were delicious; red, ripped, and plumped; sweetness caressed our mouth with very bite. Some were quite sour, but was washed it away by an ocean of water every time. As supplies ran short she decided to play lazy and had me carry her to watch the people fishing by the dock. Although very distinctive and precise, I was like a bear; very step was heavy and short. To the left side of the dock about 200ft people ware fishing and kid's playing soccer on the field near the lake. By watching them play I remember my childhood, that my mother always took me to the Lake Lavon every weekend to fishing, and now I'm with my girlfriend holding her hand and watching people fishing and