Descriptive Essay On Camp Enfer

“Uhhhh…” I muttered. It was the guy everyone thought was so cute. My cheeks turned bright red, matching the ketchup on my shirt.

Downstairs we picked up some breakfast that the hotel provided, checked out, and then got back on the road headed to Tennessee. It wasn’t long until we crossed the border into the Volunteer State, and the first big city we stopped in was Nashville. We parked in a garage and walked around for a couple hours, taking everything in. stores lined Main Street, filled with cowboy boots and souvenirs that could draw anybody’s attention. Knowing that we were on a tight schedule, we bought a few souvenirs then were on our way to the last stop of the day. We know found ourselves in the boondocks of Lebanon, Tennessee. I turned onto the dirt road that led to the campground we would be staying at. After taking almost twenty minutes to set up our tent, we threw our air mattress inside and were forced to blow it up on our own, since the electric pump decided to short circuit. The humidity was so heavy that I nearly passed out because of it, but we both managed to make it through the night safely with only a few bug bites.

It had looked so far away it was hard to believe I would be on top of it in a few days. Besides in the campsites, we only saw one other group of people during the entire 12 day trek and the only human sounds were our own. Each camp was an island of civilization in a great sea of wilderness, and a wonderful solace to end the day’s hike.

“Honoring the fallen by helping the wounded.” This is Camp Hope’s motto. Can you image what soldiers go through? Soldiers risk their lives to keep us safe. How can we repay them? I believe one way that we could repay them is through Camp Hope.

Then, through the ocean of green trees, I’m riding in the back of a dusty truck. My belongings of cheap furniture, books, and way too much clothes are packed into the bed behind me. The barely static radio is tuning in an out of a country station as I take in the environment around me, anxious for the next big step of my life. These two journeys in my life are vivid memories to me.

Camp Ketcha offers a unique environment for preschoolers to play. At their nature-based preschool, not only do they play inside with the typical toys for the little tikes, they use the outdoors to entertain their students for hours. Usually, when someone thinks of children's toys, legos, barbies, and toy race cars come to mind. But at Camp Ketcha, the children typically are more entertained by horses, gourds, and apple trees.

Where did you learn to play basketball, play defense and offense, or be part of a team? There’s a good chance it was at camp, right? We know that camp is not just a place for kids to spend a fun summer, but an excellent setting in which kids can learn life skills that they will rely on long after the camp experience has passed.

I want to make a positive and lasting impact on young students who aspire to accomplish great things and wish to stand where I stand now.

Throughout the years, my family and I all wake up just as the sun rises like baby birds seeing light for the first time as they climb out of there cracked shells. My father pulls my two sleepy siblings out from the comfort of their beds and they stumble out to the kitchen still in pajamas led by the sents of sizzling bacon and warm butter filled toast. After breakfast, we all help pack all our belongings in the back of our blue SUV and all jump in. We set off on our adventure to beautiful Carroll County during this cold and crazy November morning. Once we reach close to our destination you look out of the car window at all the beautiful sights just as it was mistaken as a mirage in the hot desert sun. As you drive through the small town of Westminster in the hill tops of northern Maryland you will see acres of autumn leaves on trees as you would in a famous painting. It is a breathtaking view. Classic rustic red barns flood each side of the long stretch of roads and horses run free in the fields like wind blowing briskly off the ocean shore. The location is very different from the beach town where I live. You can smell the fresh air from the change in elevation instead of salty beach air I am so used to. Feeling of almost being on a rollarcoaster-like ride, when you are really just going down a small hill a short distance away from my

This book follows the varied military experiences of fourteen German soldiers captured during the campaigns in North Africa and Europe, and then sitting out the remainder of the war as POWs in California. It is a firsthand account of life as a POW at Camp Cooke and the lasting impression it had on the

The movie begins with Simon Srebnik going back to Chelmno, he is one of the two survivors. He was taken to Chelmno when he was thirteen, his father was killed in front of him, and his mother died in the gas vans. He was known throughout the camp for his agility and his beautiful singing voice. Before abandoning the camp the Nazis shot everyone, including him, in the head. He was left for dead, but was found and survived. Simon went back to tell of the experience he had. He cannot believe what happened as he walks along what is left of the frame of the buildings. He said that 2,000 were burnt per day, but he remembers the camp as being peaceful. No one ever shouted, they just went about their work. He was forced to go up the river, under

“H-Hi…” Simon squeaked shyly, a pale blush on his otherwise deathly pale cheeks. He held up the newspaper that had the ad for the roommate. The man laughed, turning away for a moment.

because of the love of a baby. Tommy Luck was known as "The Luck of

I am interrupted by the laugh of my friend Harris, “Oh, god,” he groaned with a chuckle. “Another camp story? Give it a rest, man. Chances are you’ve already told this one five times!” I smiled and laughed in agreement-- I do tell a lot of camp stories. In all honesty, sometimes I sound like that geek from American Pie who always told lifeless band camp stories. I mean, can a summer camp really be that important? If that camp is named Camp Daggett, quite simply, yes. Daggett was a place I had chosen to spend a month of my summer working-- for free. This may sound absolutely pointless, but Camp Daggett was an incredibly special place to me, somewhere I’d happily spend my summers for the rest of my life.

Camp Wakeshma has something special about it and always has me wanting to stay longer. Since I was 12 years old, I’ve been going to Wakeshma every summer for a week. This camp is so simple yet so fun and exciting.