Descriptive Essay On A Safari

If you're lucky enough to travel anywhere where would you go? I chose to go to a warm climate where there is tall palm trees, it's densely populated and it's one of the biggest states in the united states this place is California, that was the best choice I have made so far this year.

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.

Shoes digging deeply into moist earth, I catapulted myself to over the Mound. Cresting it revealed a gentle slope leading towards the calm Silver Lake below. The sky above was a soft periwinkle blue and as I looked further west, protracted bands of violet, pink, red and orange clouds claimed the vista. The hills slope was a dull reflection of the sky and atop the ground our cabins sat comfortably facing the setting sun. I was to first to my group’s cabin and thus got to pick the top bunk of a bed with a window facing west, towards the sunset. The whole camp was told to put their belongings in their chest and to make their way to the lake. Tossing my bag on my bed, I ran after the sun with the other kids. On the beachfront of the lake, a great collection of twigs, sticks and logs had been set up. In a radiant brilliance, the sun said its last goodbyes and night took its place. The president sang the Camps motto and sparked the famished bonfire alive, sending a burst of scarlet red flames into the night and illuminating the solder pines that encircled the beach. Roasted marshmallows and chocolate bars filled the air with scents carrying the very essence of camping.

Not only will it uplift the locals’ spirits while hiking in a cleaner environment, but will also attract new visitors and spark an adventurous fire in their soul. This project will also make the wildlife more comfortable and safe with less trash. With more wildlife comes more curious adventurers, and with more adventurers comes a greater awareness of the Preserve's beauty and sacredness. We will have to follow safety rules and be aware of issues to protect wildlife and ourselves.

There, youngsters of all ages learn how to identify edible plants from harmful mushrooms; how to classify animals from their tracks and skat; how to approach and treat goats, chickens and dogs; how to tend and harvest a garden; and how to forage for supplies sturdy enough for fort-building. Most importantly, they learn to say yes to each other in an open and accepting way. With open-ended activities, every camper’s approach to exploration, investigation and questioning is equally valued. They learn that there are no best ideas. They learn that the possibilities are endless.

I have gone on a Maasai Mara safari with Voluntours in 2016, 2017, and am planning to this summer. Each time, they have exceeded my expectations. Before my safari, all I hoped for was to see as many animals as possible. Not only was this accomplished, but I also was surprised at how passionate I became about Kenyan culture and animals. The Voluntours team is very passionate about Kenya and eager to show it to the world.

During the winter, groups of two or five tents associated in herding units make up local camps that separate each tent three or four kilometers. At other time of the year the camps are larger and usually number ten to forty tents. The members of the camp are very clearly founded social group and their relationships to each other are continuing neighbors. The maintance of the camp as a social unit requires daily agreement on questions of migration, the selection of campsites, and other economically

The tree covered Ha’upu mountain range expands all the way to the sea. The freezing mist blowing from the Wailua River numbs the skin. Nounou, the Sleeping Giant mountain, stands, its rigid green body basking in the sun. The rippling waves are softly crashing at Anahola. The leis of the Mokihana flower are meant for you, embellished with the Lehua blossom and touched by the fresh rain from Wai’ale’ale. The island of Kaua’i is embraced in magnificence, reminding us of the many beautiful people in our lives. I hear the beats of the ipu, and as I dance, I tell the story of the island of Kaua’i through my hands. Everything running through my mind seems surreal as I say the ending call to our hula. I slowly return back to reality by the faint applause in the background getting louder and louder.

From Camp Cooke, I was sent to a very nice branch camp at Edwards Ranch, just north of Goleta, in late May or early June 1945. The camp housed about 250 men in several half-round, corrugated tin barracks [Nissen huts] and occasionally in tents, which we otherwise used for recreation such as ping-pong and reading. Inside our barracks between the beds were tables or footlockers on which we placed pictures of our loved ones. The campgrounds we decorated with flower boxes and bushes.

Majestic, noble, and brave, this famous iconic wild animal on the planet has captivated the people since the beginning of time. They are most feared by other animals thus, known as the king of the jungle – no other than the lions. Member of the genus Panthera, the lion is one of the big cats in the Felidae family. A lion’s head and body size average about 4.5 to 6.5 feet and tail of about 26 to 40 inches in length. A lion also weighs about 265 up to 420 pounds and a size relative to a 6-foot human. These mammals are also carnivores. Lions have always seen hunting in groups called pride. While lions generally avoid a full-grown elephant, lions still prefer their preys large like the zebras, buffaloes, and giraffes. Poised as the top animal in the ecological pyramid, lions have strong physical qualities, fascinating reputation, and an unfortunate decreasing number of population.

As the sun rose over the horizon it awoke the jungle slowly and efficiently. Soon I could hear the morning birds chirp with all their heart and that triggered joy and excitement in my soul. A morning breeze toured the jungle making the flowers and leaves tango with rhythm and finesse as though they were experts. The lush evergreen trees stood so firm as if the roots were clinging for their very life, in the distance there was a Crystal River and a waterfall as its source. I could hear the rampaging rapids after the dip of the waterfall which slowly converted into a swift river forcefully turning at every bank.

Trails of exhaust were propelled out of every single car in the bumper to bumper traffic, making the recirculation button a necessity. The dull roar of hundreds of people walking, talking, shouting, and blaring their car horns gradually blended into one unpleasant, continuous track that I was forced to listen to. Litter and cigarette butts pooled around gutters and lined the curbs, so I redirected my gaze upwards at the towering skyscrapers. I liked the view, so long as I kept my eyes above street level, and I supposed I liked the city, so long as I did not breathe in too deeply. I tried to appreciate nicer aspects of the busy city, but where I really wanted to be, was hiking somewhere in the mountains.

Over the summer, my family and I drove up to Maine in order to visit my grandpa and relax. For the past couple of years, my dad and I have planned a few days to go hiking. We got into hiking a couple of years ago when we first discovered Tumbledown Mountain. After our first hike together, we were entranced by the beauty of nature and peacefulness that we were eager to plan more. This became a tradition because my dad and I rarely get to spend a lot of time together due to our busy schedules.

I have always found nature to be so amazing from the hundreds of trees and flowers to the animals within the forest. Experiencing nature is one of the best things that could happen in your life. I have always lived near the woods so I can experience nature every day. I have always felt calm when I go into the woods so I go there when I feel stressed. I lay in my hammock for a while or go put my feet into the icy cold water in the creek to get away from the world and just be at peace. To get away from the judgmental glares and the expectations from people.

We were in the middle of the desert, basically having no sense of direction whatsoever. Riding down the coastline of a twenty-mile island off the coast of Venezuela. Not knowing where to go was an issue but my brother, Ben, and I were on the ATV zooming through the desert seeing various attractions throughout the trip. Watching animals run everywhere, experiencing the views of little beaches with huge waves it was like a dream come true.