Descriptive Essay On Mystic Timbers

My cousin and I were heading over to our favorite ride there, the Twirl And Whirl, it was so fun, when we went on that ride it felt like we were flying when we closed our eyes and felt it spin. While we were on the ride my sister and her friend asked if they could go on the roller coaster and our dad said,”Yes, but first let 's wait for this ride to be done so all of us can go.” soon the twirl and whirl ride stopped and we got off and headed towards the roller coaster ride called the bullet, we waited in line for maybe 10 min then got on, I sat next to my dad because it was my first roller coaster ride,”Everyone

When summer starts, I always remember my first trip to Canada’s WonderLand. The best part about Wonderland is Levithan(Tallest Ride) which gave me the deepest first impressions. Before enter the seats, I saw a long lines of people waiting; showing how desperate they wanted to attend. At the last seconds before Levithan started, I felt adventurous and panic. Soon, the rides went up slowly to the tallest point, making me feel gravity-defying and panic. Then suddenly it dropped like the speed of thunder, it created exhilarating joy. As it went down, I heard the sounds of wind zipping in my ear ; I glanced at the carousel and shooting gallery. After the rides was finished, I smell the scent from the food booth;slushy, cotton candies and popcorn

The summers of 2013, I went to Cedar Point. It was me, my brother, my mom, dad, and my dad’s friend. My dad said, “we are going to get on all of us the roller coasters” and the rest of us said “ok.”

Before, every time I went to Six Flags I kept trying to get on and survive a roller coaster, but it always ended in tears. I would watch as my sister, brother, dad and mom would go up and down, side to side and I would just watch. Then I don't know

One summer day in July , Me and my friend Carol went to an amusement park called Cedar Point . Cedar Point is located in Sandusky , Ohio and two and a half hours away . My mom and me wanted to go on a ride called the Maverick . The Maverick is Cedar Point’s steepest roller coaster and its speed is 70 miles per hour . The Maverick also has a 95 degree drop ! Then we went in line and waited for about an hour and a half . It was about eleven o'clock when we got close to the front of the line . When we finally got to the roller coaster I regretted going on because it was very dark and I couldn't see where the drop was and I don’t like steep roller coasters . Because of that me and Carol where panicking the whole way up . As soon as we got to the

The ride was an uncomfortable silence, the man next to me didn’t say anything and neither did I, being the incredibly talkative person I am.The field was a dull green, similar to my mood. But with ironic splashes of colorful clothes worn by the people, contradicting the atmosphere of the field. I stepped off the cart to meet the blue eyes of a red-headed woman who would be my coach for the remaining time I was the

It is early October, the final weekend of the mountain biking season at Northstar Ski Resort. I am waiting to load my bike onto the lift. There are long lines for everything, because the place is packed. Riders rocket down the mountain, sending cinnamon colored dust into the air. A breeze blows this across the hills. The trees are green, and the afternoon sun warms the ground. The time of day makes it a bit chilly. The metallic noise of bikes can be heard, but not always seen. The sound of both joy and pain fills the air around me. I can smell only the wonderful scents of trees and overpriced food. I suddenly feel a nudge on my shoulder.

One summer, the Lane family planned to go to Six Flags. I was probably in third grade. We were (or at least I was) absolutely ecstatic! I love roller coasters with all my heart! The rush and the drops that turn your stomach into jelly are simply breathtaking! When you go to Six Flags over Georgia, or any other amusement park, your goal should be to get to the gate as early as possible in order to get to the best rides before anyone else does. The experience is even better if you can ride the best one multiple times. My unofficial job as a Lane family roller coaster fanatic is to set up the schedule for the day, especially because I am the youngest in the family. Our first priority was the Goliath. All that came between us and the main event was one hill and a left turn. As we headed down the path to our destination, I couldn’t help but think about how much FUN we were about to have. It was about 10 am. The crowds will start filling the empty gaps in the park at any time now. I became truly excited when I began to think about the rush I might get when gliding down the first enormous drop. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that someone thought up the idea of having entertainment you can ride that’s bigger than the eye can see. Suddenly, my

As my sister Beth and I raced to get our tickets for the Hudsonville Fair, I saw the ride that we were heading to. It was the largest one there and I couldn’t wait to go on it. It was called Freak Out and I knew it was about to be my favorite one. After we received our yellow wristbands, we ran to get in line. As we approached, we saw there was no one else waiting. We ran through the vacant waiting area and went up the steps. After the man allowed us on, we waited a bit for other people to possibly join. I sat in my seat, hoping that no one else would come so it could just be us. Thankfully, no one did and the ride began. I swayed my legs in anticipation and finally, the ride began. As the momentum built up, I began to feel butterflies in

James Blanco had invited Michael Steiginga and me to go with him to Camelback Water Park for his birthday. I was excited and could not wait. On September twenty-three, I got to skip half of the school day to leave for Camelback Water Park. In the car ride there, I attempted to nap, but I was too eager to fall asleep. After waiting in a boring car ride for what seemed like years, I could see our destination.

It was 10:45 a.m. on a Wednesday, and I was barely awake. The weather channel said that today would be a very warm day and I dislike going outside in 90 degree weather. I could have stayed in bed under an air conditioned room, but no, I had to go to Knott’s Berry Farm on a hot day. Once through the dark gates, I begin to hear children throwing tantrums and begging to go on their ride of choice. Soon, the scent of greasy popcorn filled the humid air; the butterflies in my stomach happen to flutter in trepidation while I wait in the awfully long line for my first ride, the Ghost Rider. The longer I waited in line under the scorching sun, the more I felt the heat on my face and the ride seemed miles away. After what seems to be an eternity, the

“I don’t want to ride this,” I said as my brother and I were waiting in line for the ninety mile per hour, skyscraping tall, life changing roller coaster. I already knew what my brother would say “don’t be such a baby.” My brother just does not understand. I am seven and he is fifteen. There is a big difference. It is my first time riding a rollercoaster and he makes me ride the tallest one at the park.

We ran out the door, our energy becoming too much for us to hold in. The question of, “When can I ride it?” came from all directions as we were all waiting in anticipation. My racing heart made my whole body shake as the idea of this new adventure invested itself in my mind. A smile made its way onto my face as we started walking towards the golf cart.

The night before we began our journey to Orlando, I didn’t get much sleep. My eyes were wide open like an owl most of the night, tossing and turning under my cloudy soft comforter thinking about what awaited me the next 24 hours. I have always been interested about what it would be like to go on a roller coaster, but I hated the feeling of weightlessness like a balloon. I even hated going on elevators, just the thought of all that force sent a shivering sensation throughout my body that made me agonizingly uncomfortable. Nevertheless, there was a roaring lion fearlessness within me that wanted to indulge on this endeavor. In the morning we pack the family SUV as if we were sardines in a can and headed out to Islands of Adventure.

The rides entrance itself made my legs weak with sheer fear. The pathway was like a maze and then the stairs appeared to warn me, by saying turn back now. As I climbed each step I tried numerous times to escape. The escape attempts were foiled by my so called friends blocking the only exit. I said,” Come on guys I can die another day.” Audrey quipped,” Oh come on Taylor, man up and go on the ride.” Now I can’t really describe the feeling of having a woman tell me to man up. I said,” Ok I got this.” I shrugged off all my anxiety and nerves and just went with it.