Far along down the creek there was me and my two friends. Their names are Gage and Tyler. We were just a couple of sophomores wandering around aimlessly on the very familiar, local road that was by the name of Bundschu until we came across some woods that we were always so curious about. Well, that is when we decided to enter into the woods and walk down the muddy and rocky creek in seeking for a great adventure. I was much more eager than my two buddies to get to the end of the creek which is why I was running while they stayed behind carefully and walked. We soon arrived to the end of the creek and came upon a tree bridge, a graffiti infested tunnel, a big hill and the actually Bundschu road itself. We could have sat on the bridge and just chill and relax, but we all still wanted to adventure more in this part of the woods. Tyler suddenly looks at the right side of the creek where the land rises above and exclaims, “Look there is a big hill that we can walk up and look over more of the woods.” Gage and I nod our heads in approval and begin to walk up the semi-steep hill along with Tyler who is already halfway up there. Me and Gage proceed to halfway up there as Tyler looks down at us from the top. I never really understood how he got up there so fast because I could barely take one step without stumbling or running my face into some prickly branches. Anyways, Gage makes up there before I do and looks out from the hill among the whole slab of the woods in amazement. “Tyler
Identify and write the main issues found discussed in the case (who, what, how, where and when (the critical facts in a case).
“The Emerald Forest” is a movie produced by John Boorman in 1985 and based on a true story in the Brazilian Rainforest. The film is a about Tommy, a young boy, quickly and silently taken away by a tribe in the Amazon called, The Invisible People. His dad then, spends 10 years searching for him and eventually succeeds after running into a war party with another tribe called, The Fierce People -enemies of the invisible people- who pursue him. They finally meet by chance, but the boy refuses to go back to his original family and civilization and explains that he belongs to the forest now. The father couldn't understand the choice made by Tommy and asks the chief of the tribe to order the boy to
In the essay published in 1995 “ Caring for the Woods “, by Barry Lopez shares his thoughts on what is happening to the undeveloped and uncut land. Coming from a family that used land for planting, harvesting, and buying up, at the age of 49 Barry realized sacrificing the biological integrity of land in his generation should stop. Barry’s neighbor put 32 acres for sale which at the time had active timber companies who wanted to the land to clear-cut forcing barry and his wife to match up to prevent this from happening. Barry and his wife were able to purchase the land and completed legal arrangement to prevent logging, or being developed after they pass away. Being able to watch the spread of logging, watching the same house being put up for
What happens once “happily ever after” is over and done with? No one knows if the fairy tale dream continues or if it is over and the reality of the world begins to set in. In the play “Into the Woods”, we see a plethora of literature's favorite fairy tales woven together to teach a lesson on responsibility and getting what you wish for. This production has two separate acts to it, both distinctly different. The first act serves as a continuation of the fairy tale world that we have all come to know, this serves the purpose of immediately connecting the audience to the story being told. In the second act, the entire mood changes and turns very dark and somber. This transition of mood and overall feel of the play is primed
Try to imagine being alone in the South Carolina woods, a quarter mile away from your home, with just a tent for shelter. You are given limited supplies and receive no food. You meet a family member at certain times during the day at a fence to receive your rations, strikingly similar to the conditions of a war prisoner. Nighttime comes and forked lightening streaks the sky, and soon enough a steady downpour begins and you are forced to huddle inside the tent to escape the thunderstorms. The storms cause a temperature drop and the thin material of the tent does nothing to combat this, and soon you are shivering all over. These were the conditions a teen was found in and had been forced to deal with for two days as punishment for taking a Pop-Tart
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.
A violent gust of wind laughed as the two girls were trying to reach the conclusion of the hike. The bitter mountain scorned at Lori and Kayla, unleashing its wrath by letting rocks fall keeping the girls on their toes. Lori and Kayla felt as though the entire world was against them. They were so sure that they picked the correct path, but after walking another three miles, the pathway was slowly disappearing from under their feet and they had no idea where they were.“What are we going to do Kayla! We are completely lost, and there it is impossible to get down the way we came. I have no idea where we came from!” Lori exclaimed. Kayla stood there silent in complete shock about what their current situation was. Kayla thought to herself, “I am supposed to be the strong one. But I don't think I can keep this up. I don’t have a plan. What if we never make it off this mountain? It will be my
The exhilaration of a terrifyingly glorious leap sends ardent shrills down my spine. As I fly through the thick canopy of leafy chlorophyll-filled greens, I reach out to the sky and the sun smiles back at me. Inhaling the fresh raw air, the earthy petrichor floods my nostrils with an indescribably sprightly scent; I thank the prolific trees for such a crisp, oxygen abundant delight.
Upon walking ‘into’ Into The Woods one would say the mood was set well. The red curtain in front of the proscenium stage, the orchestra tuning their instruments, and a peculiar man standing on the side of the stage. I was prepared for the show, a water bottle and plenty of cough drops to get me through the 2 and ½ hours. What I was not prepared to see was the obvious struggles they were having that day with their own cues.
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.
It was a chilly night before the last day of deer hunting season. At just the age of fifteen, I was in my house cleaning my cheap twenty gauge from Walmart. Using, a white grubby sock that had a long dark old shoe lace tied around it. I would insert my shoelace through the top of the barrel and slowly pull my sock through, till I saw it hanging a little into the ejection port to remove gun powder within the gun.As I was cleaning I kept thinking to myself how exciting this was going be, because if I didn’t get a deer this year it was still fun going hunting. After I was done cleaning my gun, I slipped the gun into its soft dark green case.I then set out my bright blaze orange
Our universe is an ever-turning wheel that maintains a beautiful balance of life. On the spokes of this wheel the existence of all things is assured; life is given, bodies and souls are fed, each position on the wheel is cultivated by the next, and then one day we will pass away, only to start the circle again in another mysterious way. Take a moment to look around you and see the many cycles that exist for the sole purpose of keeping our wheel in motion, and then recognize how little these great givers of life are celebrated, or even noticed. Without a second thought we will all at one time or another dishonor the same things that pay tribute to us. But that, too, is a part of the cycle. It’s not good, nor is it bad. It just is.
When the sun slowly peeps over the range of mountains, birds shake the morning dew off their feathers and give a cheerful song that would lift even the most sorrowful of spirits. A light fog wraps around the mountain range, reaching to touch every bit of life thriving there. The slight chill in the air is enough to give a gentle shiver, but not enough for the need of a jacket. A breeze tickles the trees, making their leaves shake and sway with laughter. Sunlight seeps in past the thick canopy of branches with hopes of being able to reach the damp mountain earth. The mountains are the best place to live to be relaxed, see the most beauty, and never get bored.
It was a calm, overcast day, and I found myself resting at the side of a large oak tree, admiring the beauty of the woods that surrounded me.
One afternoon, six other staff members and I between the ages of 14 and 16 decided that we wanted to explore the creek on the edge of camp. Sometimes we took the campers down there to search for fossils, but we weren’t allowed to travel past a certain point. Today, we wanted to venture beyond and examine how far the creek went. First, we needed to hike through some fields and then wade through a bit of stinging nettle, but eventually, we reached the water. We were all expecting to become fully drenched, so we brought bathing suits and water shoes. It started off shallow, but gradually grew deeper and deeper, with some areas of the creek as high as waist deep. After