History Of The Neosho River

The Chattahoochee River is located in Georgia and flows southwesterly towards Alabama. Evidence indicates that humans have been inhabitants of the Chattahoochee River for an extremely long period.

"Rabbits come out of the brush to sit on the sand in the evening, and the damp flats are covered with the night tracks of 'coons', and with the spread pads of dogs from the ranches, and with the split-wedge tracks of the deer come to drink in  dark."(1)

The 7th graders took a nature hike and observed the nature around the Portage River. There, a nature expert talked about invasive species, seed distribution, and plants. When the water rises the seed pods come off of plants and float on the water, the seeds then are carried to new places. The 7th graders talked about how the monarchs are declining because of the lack of milkweed. They also talked about plants like goldenrod and poison ivy. Around the Portage River there are habitats like prairies, forests, and floodplains. Plants in the riparian zone help to filter the water before it goes into the river.

The Au Gres River drains approximately 245 square miles. The river starts in Ogemaw County and flows south to its discharge into Lake Huron, similar to the Rifle River. The upper sections of the river flows through forested land; and agricultural land becomes more apparent as you reach Iosco County.

I heard the crackling of leaves under my shoes as I walked through. The wind whistled a song that seemed to echo throughout the maze of trees. As I moved further into the swampy

Strolling down a beaten dirt trail with green mossy trees on either side. A soft breeze brushes a kiss against my cheek, as it pushes past, earth mixing with sea salt hits my nose. Soon the faint sound of waves kissing the shore, children’s laughter, and seagulls screeching calls to me. Walking along the winding dirt trail until the texture beneath my toes change. The trees part and on either side the trees rise into the air, becoming cliffs as far as my eyes can see. Instead of dirt beneath my feet it has been replaced by sand in between my toes. I walk towards the white cap waves where the water washes up against my ankles excitedly and then pulls back with remorse. Sea mist leaves a moist kiss against my cheeks and then

The deep green pool of the Salinas River lay disturbed in the late afternoon. A camouflaged frog cut sharply left and right in the shallow pool; back and forth, back and forth until it stopped suddenly. The valley was empty as the animals attempted to stay out of the unusually cold and bitter air; the day made even colder by the hiding sun and the biting wind. A slow, rhythmic crunching of dead winter leaves quietly interceded into the area, and as it grew louder what little wildlife was present fled into the bushes and sycamore trees.

As I am thrown from my raft into the rapids, I come to grips with reality. This is a situation I no longer have control in, as Mother Nature has wrapped her arms around me. My thoughts run rampant through my head, “Will I be alive three minutes from now?”.

On a cool, brisk summer evening, me and my family found ourselves going to the St. Johns river harbor. We went on a walk down the wood trail that led to the harbor. The trail was full of seaweed green moss, burnt orange decaying trees, and an assortment of dead leaves leaves. Squires jumped from tree to tree, field mice ran to there holes in the ground, and cicadas could be heard from every direction.

The Snake River is the largest tributary of the Columbia River in the Pacific Northwest. One of the most important rivers in the region, it rises in the mountains of the Continental Divide near the southeastern corner of Yellowstone National Park and flows through Idaho and Oregon before finally emptying into the Columbia River in Washington. Fifteen dams have been built on the 1040 mile Snake River and its tributaries, mainly for purposes of providing irrigation water and hydroelectric power, ranging in size from small diversion dams to major high dams. While the many dams have transformed the region's economy, they have also had an adverse environmental effect on wildlife, most notably on wild salmon migrations.

The river plunges down weathered rock dotted with copses of juniper, sycamore, oak, and manzanita. Crags soar on each side of the canyon, funneling the river’s flow over falls and delta-like redirections among interspersed jagged and polished rock beds. My daughters alternate between rushing ahead and falling behind as we hike the two miles to the destination falls and its accompanying pool of crystal water. The river itself alternates between barely shoe depth trickles, raging, frothy falls, and deep, crisp, and clear swimming holes that seem to be hollowed out of the living rock for the express purpose of completely immersing one’s

We filled those hot summer days playing hopscotch and marbles, or rolled down the hills in my yard until we felt so dizzy that we couldn’t stand. The brook below our house was gentle. Sometimes we would both go down, sit on the bridge while we let our feet hang loose to let the cooling water drip past our toes, and breathed in the smell of pine and moss. The sound of rushing water hitting the rocks was soothing. You could see giant bullfrogs peering their heads up and out of the water, as still as could be. Although their green coloring blends in with the moss, I always knew to look for a pair of gleaming yellow eyes, and their white chin that was always above the surface of the water. We usually let them be, but sometimes we liked to try to catch their wet and slimy

What he saw was someone like him and an abundance of food. Checker bolted into a sitting position, rubbed his eyes, and looked around again like a shot . The other mouse who seemed to be smiling at him, had the same gray-brown fur and the same rounded snout. The terrain, though, was not like anything he’d seen before. There were hills made of a soft, fluffy ice cream that wouldn’t melt under his paws and trees that had a chewy licorice trunk and branches, with sharp-edged rock candy jumping out of the branches with all their might. Soft, round marshmallow fruit dotted the rock candy colors. Bushes of lollipops exploded with color, while great mountains of upside-down strawberries screamed,”Eat me!” with their vibrant red. A rainbow made of half a doughnut brightened the sky and pink cotton candy clouds drifted past it

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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.