Descriptive Essay - Our Mountain Cabin

The majestic mountain towers over the Washington state landscape and can be visible from most vantage point in the Seattle metro area. See the main Seattle page here.

The “Typical Mountain Cabin” flyer states that families and children that lived in the southern mountains during the early 1900’s were unable to receive proper education due to where they were located. Additional funds were needed to help further educate children that lived in the Appalachian mountain range. People in the southern mountains did lack education and maybe some less wealthy people were able to donate, but the flyer is focused on attracting wealthy white industrialists because wealthy people were the only ones that could afford to donate, the document is worded in a way to guilt the reader into donating, and the family is portrayed as simple and hard-working.

As Bill took his first step in the woods, he takes a deep breath soaking in the scent of oak and fresh ash. “far removed from the seats of strife”, not having a warm bed or hot meals even a full night rest. Knowing he had one abventure ahead for Bill and Kats. Both having to hike 16 miles everyday over rocks,trees, crossing ice cold rivers, and hearding the rain outside of thier tend and the roaring of the bears at night.

“Well I would say goodnight, but I don’t like you.” I pulled out and she sat back down, with tears streaming down her face. I drove through little communities listening to the radio and eating the food I saved. I arrived in Reno, Nevada at 7:00 a.m. My bloodshot eyes told me I needed to rest, even for a few hours, but I’m going to see my daughter. I was low on gas, but I decided to take the risk of going up the mountain on the way to Tahoe. The tree’s became a blur as I pushed the pedal. The warm summer light beaming onto the road before me. The pine trees smell blessed my nose.

I was beginning to prepare for the next residency and I realized that I was not looking forward to hearing presentations from liberal and leftist progressive ideologues who seem unable to keep their opinions to themselves and just teach writing. Then I began watching Cold Mountain, the next PBIC and movie and once again, it's all about depraved ignorant southerners, a coward that runs from war, and slavery. I'm not sure why the faculty keeps returning to slavery and oppression in required books and movies again and again, but it's truly become repulsive for me. There's plenty of other optimistic works that could serve this purpose for learning.

I watched the mountain recede into the dust cloud stirred up by the car as we drove down the access road and had the feeling we'd left something important on that mountain. I wasn't sure what. It would be decades before I'd figure it out. We left two of my favorite people in all the world up there. Dad had dropped off a pair of child grubs who had returned a week later like a pair of moths that had escaped the confinement of their chrysalises. Steve and I came off the mountain, unrecognizable from the worms we had been, to fly away and leave our child-selves behind.

It was 5 A.M. and my thoughts were everywhere. I kept tossing and turning, desperately trying to fall asleep, but knowing I couldn't. I finally slipped out of bed, carefully so that I wouldn't wake up Olivia, and proceeded to walk down the stairs. I sat down on the living room couch and exhaled deeply as I stared into the sunroof.

The night coats the air with darkness as we arrive. The only light is the warm glow of the headlights piercing through the thick blanket of the night, and the moon gazing down upon us. Click, our headlamps go on. We hop out the car, as a rush of whipping wind engulfs my face. The cold night air flows through the stitching of my clothes stealing the warmth from my body and sending chills down my spine. My friend and I search to find a campsite, like dogs searching for a buried bone. Walking, I can feel the crisp grit of sand shifting beneath my feet and hear the wind flowing like a river through the trees. Down the worn path, we hang our hammocks and start to gather firewood. Sounds of machetes striking branches fill the woods echoing

It has been a long time since hooligans from Fairview stole the trophy and Medicine Lake School's locks have been upgraded by the new Tom Green administration. The old locks have been replaced with expensive and unpickable Abloy cylinders and all glass windows are now alarmed. Nevertheless, despite all the extra security, various items have begun missing from the school for no clear reason. One day, about a third of the computer keyboards are nowhere to be found. The next day, half the clocks are gone. The day after that, someone has taken all the speakers out of the ceiling on the west side. Having a reputation as the guy who got the stolen trophy back from Fairview, I get a call from Tom Green.

This project is planning to build a perfect Log Cabin a small holiday house; it will be built in the house garden. It will have 642sq feet to living space for two bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen and 78sq feet of terrace of terrace as well garden with a budget of £39,824.7. The important of project is building cheap a log cabin that is to use materials obtained from own property, also using short time to build it and personal labor doing the work by hand will save most of the cost of the log cabin. This project plan aims of providing a relaxing holiday home as people living in city like London area as they do not have fresh air environmental area for a short break, and minimize cost and maximize the efficiency of building a

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.

I looked up at the morning sky painted in hues of purple and pink. The crisp air tickled at my nose. I stood in front of the open passenger door of the truck while waiting for Jacob to give me further instructions. I found Jacob on one of those mountain-climbing adventure websites. He had the highest rating of all the Mountaineers featured.

1. Joss Whedon says that ‘The Cabin in the Woods’ is “your basic horror movie taken apart; five kids go to a cabin in the woods to have a fun weekend of partying and possibly sex… and are therefore dismembered”. Whedon and Goddard have in essence tried to create a movie with roots tied to the horror genre; it is simply your common slasher movie where the characters are killed off one by one till there is either one person left or none for that matter. ‘The Cabin in the Woods’ also has ties to other genres such as comedy, this can be seen in scenes such as where they are all sitting around in the main room, playing truth or dare, and Jules is dared to kiss the wolfs head on the wall, also in the scene where Marty

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.

Last spring break my parents took my family on vacation to Skytop Lodge in the Pocono Mountains. I had never been these before, and I was greatly anticipating the trip. My parents had been there before and spoke glowingly of the experience. My dad had been there once before that as a kid with his grandparents and talked fondly of what is was like 30 years ago; the place is timeless. I did not know much about the hotel, but with a quick google search I discovered some basic facts about it. It was built in 1928 and is listed as one of the Historic Hotels of America. I also saw some pictures and was duly impressed by the hotel’s appearance and amenities. However, looking back now, I realize that pictures cannot do justice to the regal splendor of this beautiful lodge. Skytop Lodge was one of the most impressive places I have ever stayed.