Hidden Hollow Camp Descriptive Writing

When I went to my Boy Scout summer camp during the summer of 2014, I wanted to go home right when he arrived that the camp. The camp was dry, dusty, and reeked of old smelly socks. I really didn’t like the environment because it seemed to be a little unhealthy. When we were introduced to our counselor, Hipster Haya, I knew that this was going to be the best summer camp ever. He was one of the most chill counselors ever and he introduced us to our campsite. Right away, I started to feel uncomfortable when I saw what we were going to sleep in the because the tent flaps were opened and there was no safety from the outside critters. Even though I didn’t enjoy the camp, our counselors were developing new ways every day to increase

No matter what happened during the school year I would always come back to camp and be able to spend time with the girls that went from friends to family over the nine years that I had known them. This last year was the last time I would ever get to do activities, earn merits or even swim a mile. During my last two weeks at CLH I knew this but it did not sink in until it was my last time to hike up to Church Mountain as a camper. On the way up my eyes started to sting and I reached over and grabbed my friend Riata’s hand. I looked over at her and saw that she was crying too. Once I realized she was I looked around and witnessed my entire cabin start to break down and come to understand, this was our last year, our last chance to do anything a camper could do. It was during this time that I truly came to appreciate everything camp has taught me and the great friends that I made along the way.

I see the barn with the green painted 4-H clover at its top, I smell the fresh, dewy grass, and I hear the sounds of anxious campers asking questions about what the week has in store. Hearing the kids’ voices all around saying “What’s that?” and “Look at that!” makes my heart smile. These kids have no idea what a great week we have in store for them and I hope that I can help make their experience one they will not soon forget. The other teens and I have been training and preparing for months, just to make this one week amazing for these kids. Leading the kids toward Ratliff Hall, they are all looking around amazed by their surroundings. The door opens and we enter, the camp staff greets us by chanting and singing. This is a sound like no other that I have waited all year to

My camping experience as a child left an indelible mark on my life it is a day I will never forget. It was my first introduction to the “countryside” and the simple tranquility it holds over the busy, fast-paced life of any city. Later on during the eight-week trip, we had been taught how to ride horses, how to shoot a bow and arrow, swim, kayak, fish, and so much more. While I do not often have the time to go camping and have yet to do so since Big Silver, the memory is always there to remind me of an activity I could do that will provide rest during stressful

She looked up at me with a face full of concern and said, “I do not want to go rafting. I want to go home.” In my ten years of coming to camp I had never seen someone so unhappy to be at camp. I sat down on the bunk next to her and began to talk about

There, youngsters of all ages learn how to identify edible plants from harmful mushrooms; how to classify animals from their tracks and skat; how to approach and treat goats, chickens and dogs; how to tend and harvest a garden; and how to forage for supplies sturdy enough for fort-building. Most importantly, they learn to say yes to each other in an open and accepting way. With open-ended activities, every camper’s approach to exploration, investigation and questioning is equally valued. They learn that there are no best ideas. They learn that the possibilities are endless.

I was brought up in a broken family where education was not a priority. I was shipped around from relative to relative and eventually I ended up in being place a couple of group homes. I was what some might call a problem child. I once went to a wilderness camp, there I learned a lot about surviving of the land and team work. This started my love affair with the great outdoors. I am grateful for the lessons that were taught to me. I learned to hunt, fish, and live off of the land. There are all things that I continue to love in my life now.

In their letters, they described all the fun they were having and I, naturally envious, asked my mom if I could go next year. Camp Merrie Woode, peacefully tucked off in the North Carolina Mountains, truly changed me as a person. It is an all-girls summer camp that I attended for 5 weeks at a time for 6 years. Hikes filled with both silence and laughter, trees full of wisdom and peace, and people filled with kindness is what makes Merrie Woode such an empowering place. I enjoyed hiking with my family before camp, but at camp, it became one of my favorite activities. The mountaineering counselors, naturally making me feel at ease, led me, Abby, and my fellow campers through many hiking trails and climbing

During the summer of 2010, my brother and I attended a local summer program called Camp Jim Huey. Camp Jim Huey was the one of the worst experiences of my childhood due to the fact that the other children were barbaric and crude. However, despite the trials and tribulations that occurred at the camp, the experience allowed me to explore my individuality as an adolescent. Overall, the infamous Jim Huey exposed my strengths and weakness.

Middle school, when that word pops up in one’s head, it’s a sudden reminder of dreadfulness,broken promises,regrets,first crushes, and last but not least, learned lessons. Another morning had brought another school day. Seeing familiar faces and teachers I just wanted to get through the day with no trouble, but that’s not always the case. At least it wasn’t for me. Making my way through the extended halls and walls that seemed to enclose upon me, I felt nothing more than like a chained prisoner. The bell rung and I remained seated in my class, surrounded by boxed, outdated computers and rusty white walls, I felt helpless.

There are all kinds of crazy and different carnival games: putt putt golf, ring toss, balloon popping, and one of my personal favorites because of its eccentricity is a game where you toss a piece of bologna or a tater tot into a basketball hoop. There is also a cotton candy machine that dispenses delicious, fluffy rainbow sugar on a stick. I took my camper, JoJo, to all of these things. We won candy, toys, and other awesome items together. We went down a blow up slide and even honked a fire truck horn, but one of the best things that happened on that day was when he tossed a tater tot into the basketball hoop and won a little stuffed animal. He looked at all of his options and chose a small black and white bear with a red ribbon on it which he handed to me and said,”Here, this is for you.” It’s a gift I still have today. Knowing that this seven-year-old boy came from a broken home and is showing kindness to me despite the things he’s seen and been through was an important moment for both of us. I realized what this meant for him, and he was starting to show

Every night Zafi organized a fun activity for the campers, ranging from competitions to social events. The first night, the campers were split up into four groups, and throughout the week activities were done in these groups. Our first activity was a volleyball tournament. The next day we all went kayaking in the Deerfield River, playing with super-soaker water guns and traversing five miles of river. The next night was dodgeball night, and the following night was soccer. The final day of the camp, the campers all played squash matches against each other. The teams for the matches were the same teams that were assigned to us for the activities, and we were ranked based on our abilities. The team led by Mario came out victorious, each team member being awarded a Dunlop hat.

If I had to choose one item to take with me when hiding from the Nazis, I would choose to take my diary. This is because in my diary, I would be able to write down all of my thoughts and feelings without being penalized for them. When I am hiding from the Nazis, I cannot make any sound or talk since that could give myself and my family away. Because of this, I have to keep my opinions and judgments to myself. However, with a diary, I can say what I want to say and speak my mind freely. This will not only help to keep me occupied during hiding, but it will also help me vent out my feelings on paper. In addition, this specific item has much meaning and value. The fact that this diary is basically a book captivates one’s feelings and thoughts, it makes it the story of a person’s

A car pulled up to the cabin. All of us counselors were anxiously waiting for campers to arrive. A mom got out and was waiting for her daughter to do the same. Creeping open, the door widened and the girl got out. I didn’t know the girl which most likely meant this was her first time at camp. I had gone to camp myself for eight years, but aged out and was now a Counselor in Training. The girl and her mom were both well dressed and put together with long acrylic nails and slighty snobby attitudes. She also had a brother who would be going to Rio Vista for boys while she was here at Sierra Vista for girls. Her dad helped her move in by bringing in her trunk and they put the sheets on the bed that would be hers for the next two weeks. Then her

I was enjoying a nice fall day in October 2014 until my dad decided we would move to Incline Village because that where he worked. I’ve been to Incline Village before and I remembered it as a nice fresh place. I was sad because I didn’t want to leave my friends, but I was also really excited to move to a new school. Later that day my dad said, “Start packing your stuff.”