Descriptive Essay On The Big Wild

After an exhaustive and tiresome show, a young Britney Spears was prepared to crumple on the lounge chair in her changing area. Advancing toward the back of the amphitheater, the shouts of the audience were reverberating in the halls, Britney rapidly snuck inside her changing area and thudded down in her seat. Britney began scanning the room. These changing areas were beginning to have striking resemblance to all the other rooms - a washroom/shower off to the side, a large couch in the focal point of the room, a table covered with a wide range of food and beverages. It was dependably the same as always and Britney was becoming weary of it. She was a pop star. She was cherished by a large number of young ladies and by significantly more a large

After seven years of hard but enjoyable work in Scouting, I was recently awarded the rank of Eagle Scout. I participated in some truly memorable activities with my Troop 1776, including camping, hiking, and biking trips. The most challenging and rewarding of the many trips we took were three “High Adventure” trips: hiking the Emigrant Wilderness in California, canoeing Algonquin Park in Ontario Canada, and hiking the Cascade Range Three Sisters in Oregon. The Boy Scouts of America merit badge and outdoor programs gave me the opportunity to hold leadership positions and develop physically, academically, and spiritually. For my Eagle project I built a boardwalk trail through a section of woodlands, part of the Jacob’s Creek Trail in Titusville,

A quarter hour of high noon, sun blazing against the floor of the Desert, across the peaks and valleys: dancing were the prickly cactus to silent ripples of heat, waiting patiently for the rain.

Buck was now one with the wild. His reminiscence of John Thornton rushed through his mind when he fixed his gaze upon the brilliance of the Yeehats’ crackling fire. The thirst for vengeance bubbled in the pits of his stomach when he grimaced at the natives through the trees. He had very few sentiments left for John Thornton, but the fire always managed to flood his thoughts with the remembrance of John’s affectionate visage.

I marvelled at the strength and stamina those early loggers must have had. This would not be easy terrain to log, especially without modern equipment and clothing. I muttered a silent thank you for Gortex and fleece. Continuing along the trail, lost in thought, I rounded the bend and came to a complete standstill. I had arrived at Big Cedar. To say it took my breath away would be an understatement. You must see this marvel of nature to believe it. Rumoured to be over 600 years old this majestic giant towers over the second growth forest. It seemed fitting to stop and savour the moment.

Quickly pulling over to view the stark landscape, which was similar to being on the moon. I began driving the Badlands Loop a 40.03-mile road around Badlands National Park, South Dakota. The scenery did not have the splendor of the Grand Canyon or the natural geysers of Yellowstone. However, the sandstone formations, surround by the prairie grassland were special. Just after sunrise, the long theatrical shadows on the water and wind carved features, created an eerie landscape. Nevertheless, this did not deter a group of bighorn sheep from grazing on the side of the gravel road.

The recent camping trip to the Allegheny national forest was a time well spent where I learned much about myself and others.This trip also enabled me to make memories with people who I am not familiar with. One of those memories happened when I cut my leg trying to move a log and, Hayley was scrambling around the campsite looking for the med kit so she could bandage my leg. This is one of my favorite memories because, my incident is a silly little thing that happens, that I always remember. Also, the reactions from the rest of the people were concerning for my well- being even though I stayed calm and said that I was fine. It is one of those little things make every moment so great. If cell phones were allowed then that probably would have happened because I would probably

My past two weeks were spent learning the essentials of wilderness survival, singing jolly campfire songs with friends, eating beef jerky for lunch, and leading my group on hikes through pastoral meadows but now, I felt something new. In that moment, I felt touched by the metaphysical beauty of nature while I reflected upon my weeks bonding with my fellow Scouts in the vast expanse of the wilderness. I realized that I never wanted to leave the Rockies with my friends, but like all good things, it had to come to an end.

The last glimpses of the dark blue truck which my mother was driving in disappeared behind the trees, and we realized that we were truly on our own. My dad, older sister, and myself began our journey along the most difficult part of the Foothills Trail. This was our first backpacking trip, and I had a feeling that we were vastly unprepared for the task which was at hand. On the trail side was a sign which read: “Table Rock State Park-14.0 Miles”.

Toward the start of the novel, Junior depicts how living on the reservation influences Indians to lose trust. He utilizes his folks as cases of Indians who did not take after their fantasies since no one at any point trusted in them enough to help their aspirations. A want to break out of this cycle of neediness and desperation propels Junior to exchange to Reardan. Once at his new school, Junior promptly sees that his new schoolmates have unending trust later on. Despite the fact that he grapples with the inclination that he has sold out his tribe by going to Reardan, Junior is practical about the way that remaining on the reservation would not offer him any open doors for progression. Junior holds his mind and his evaluate of life on the

Initially, we crossed a grassy meadow, and then navigated onto steep rugged terrain. Traveling at a slow, steady pace, the sound of creaking saddles and rustling leaves from the crisp breeze was the only thing you could hear for miles. As we ventured across several clear rushing streams, my horse decided to abruptly stop for a quick drink. The hearty green foliage was beautiful as mountain laurel and flame azalea scattered the old dirt trail while the sun peeked through the trees casting shadows. The trail weaved up the mountain and the higher we climbed the narrower the trail became; therefore, looking down was quite a frightening experience. After an hour of riding Joe, our guide, took the group to an overlook area that had spectacular views of mountains and nearby hills. The dancing wisps of clouds hung over the mountains, and according to Joe, “the Cherokee referred to the mountains as being ‘shaconage’ or blue, like smoke” (Oswald 98). As the group proceeded down the mountain, the trail became rocky and muddy, making our ride quite lively heading back to the stables. Sadly, another awesome adventure has ended, but the memories will last forever. That evening at the campground, I enjoyed cooking my trout over an open campfire and reminiscing about the last three days. Few experiences have uplifted my spirit more than the beauty of the mountaintops, valleys, wildlife, and the natural wonders of the Great Smoky

Deciding on whether to turn back or to wait for Hastings with an alternative route. But to turn back means that they were wasting so many days of traveling time. The decision was made that they would wait for Hastings. After eight long days they sent a Messenger up Weber Canyon to find him or another guide that could possibly point them in the right direction. The messenger came back with another note from the tour guide with ANOTHER route. Again, in such desperate need that they agreed to go along with it. The new directions were even worse than Canyon Road. On the other hand, in order to pass they must carve through trees and boulder populated to grounds otherwise they wouldn't be going anywhere else. Regardless, with all current efforts, none are nothing compared to what they are about to face. Landing at Great Salt Lake had cost them more than 2 weeks of time. Their last and final route was through the Sierra Nevada mountains. Of course, with all the wasted time they finally crossed they cross these mountains late in the year, which led to a winter season. Not to mention, being cornered in the tremendous amount of snowfall in order to survive the group lead to cannibalism to make it through the

We continued on and took a short detour to Boot Spring. There was a decent amount or water and the spring was flowing. If I was a bear, this is definitely where I’d hang out. After we explored the area and heading back to the trail we met a volunteer. He was at the spring checking the water level and eventually asked us for our backcountry permit, which I was completely surprised by, but thankfully I had tucked away all our documents in my back pocket.

Six million hectares of primary forest have been lost annually since 2000, and average hard coral cover in the Caribbean has decreased from 50% to 10%. Both of these changes occurred in a short period of time, and humans have been the primary cause. Human impact on biodiversity and the environment is very significant. Research has defined humans uses of renewable and nonrenewable resources, their positive and negative impacts on ecosystems, and our solutions and ideas for maintaining biodiversity.

The final days, with stops at Camper Bay and Thrasher Cove, provided the highest concentration of ladders on the trail, as well as the last 3 cable cars. Our stay at Camper Bay gave us our first encounter with any type of large and possibly dangerous wildlife in the form of a lone black bear. No issues were had as it grazed on plants and checked us out from across the creek. The Warrant kept an eye on his bear spray as we all took photos and selfies from a safe distance, before it was bored of us and headed back into the woods.