Lake Descriptive Writing

Arriving in the overgrown drive way trees start to crowd your vision, in the middle of all the trees I see an old beach house; that has stayed the same over the 18 years I have been going up there. Grandma is waiting outside on the front porch we all run up to give her a hug, then we go and start unpacking for a week’s worth of relaxing. First thing we do when were done unpacking is go to the old but new play structure. We sit on the swings and look out towards the big blue Michigan Lake. White caps cover most of the water along with passing boats, and some kayakers. Right over the horizon I can see the lights from the town, reaching into the sky. The sun is starting to set; the sky is painted with pink, orange, and yellow.

Lake Erie is thriving biologically but not in the way one might think. It’s poisoned with toxic algal blooms that grow in the phosphorus-concentrated waters millions of Canadians and Americas alike depend on for drinking water. Unfortunately, this is also not the first time this has happened to the Great, not-so-great Lake.

“Once More to the Lake” by E. B. White is about a man who decides to take his son on the family vacation to the lake he took with his father when he was a child. During the essay, the author reminisces on his trips to the lake during his youth and tells the reader about how things have changed. The author uses wonderful detail and at some points in the essay feels as if he is a boy again standing in his son’s place with his father next to him. The author shows the readers he is a man who enjoys time with his family and cherishes his memories at the lake by expressing how he values the way things were in the past, and the joy that he experiences at this lake with his family.

Family members are lived together and no matter how rich or poor, beauty or ugliness, young or old. Their relation will never break, and because of the relation connected together closely, when we are in a dilemma, we can trust our family, and they will help you out. In the two essays, “Putting Daddy On” and “ Once More to the Lake”. Both authors are talking about generation shift, family relationship and the time change. Both narrators have confuse

Volcanoes are some of the most powerful natural forces known to man. Volcanoes usually form at divergent and convergent boundaries. Sometimes they form in the middle of plates where magma fights through the crust. By understanding volcanoes, scientists get a window to the inside of the Earth. They can also study volcanoes to perhaps get closer to predicting eruptions in the future. One of Earth’s volcanoes is Clear Lake. Clear Lake has unique characteristics such as its location, how it forms, and how it erupts. It had erupted in the past with the potential to erupt again.

A bitter breeze makes its way down the lake until it reaches the shoreline. As I am looking towards Ruby Island I feel an algid whip hit my face, sending shivers through my spine. An astonishment of nippy air gives me goose bumps causing my arm hairs to stick up like soldiers ready to scuffle away the bitterness. I saunter towards the end of the wharf , clinching my fists tightly in my pockets to keep the coolness of the air from touching my fingers. With every step I take, I can feel my feet sliding beneath me from the metal wiring that covers the hard wooden surface.Being very cautious trying not slip into the ferocious wavy water I take a peek at what is beneath. The waves no longer look inviting like were six months ago. Instead, they look sharp and snappy enough to freeze a soul. As I am scanning the rugged surface of the lake, something catches my eye.

Clear Lake was almost always a tough opponent, especially at tournaments. Sometimes, they destroy us. Sometimes, we destroy them. But this day, I destroyed them.

I was walking to the 16th hole at the regionals tournament at Lake Forest in Ann Arbor. I was walking with a small group of girls listening to them give pep talks to their less confident team member.

The community issue that I have chosen is our lake here in Edinboro, PA. The problem with the

“If we do decide to produce the 10- and 12-inch pipe internally, it could solve our overstaffing problem,” Mark Rubin, owner of Great Lakes Pipe & Tube, Inc. (GLPT), remarked to Vinny Patricko, the plant manager. “I’m reluctant to lay anyone off or even cut back hours. It’s not good business and it’s not the right thing to do if it can be at all avoided.”

The rushing wind blows a scent of sea salt across my body, tickling my nose and awakening my senses. Slowly my eyes open to absorb the beauty of the morning sky, which is delicately speckled with poignant white cotton balls. A loud snore can be heard from the main room of the apartment, while the stilled breathing of my brother drones on. Carefully, I crawl out from my bed exiting the guest room and making my way slowly across the tiny apartment. My entire family lays across the main floor in a tangled mess of inflated beds and plush blankets. I traverse the maze with a multitude of leaps and bounds until I make contact with the porch door; which I slide through with relief. Standing within the square enclosure the turquoise tinted water greets me with beauty and graciousness. Even from the

We found that the limiting nutrient in Loughberry Lake is phosphorous. The most natural way that phosphorous enters aquatic systems, is through the cycling and erosion of phosphorous rich rocks and sediments. The phosphorous cycle takes a long time to complete, but through human processes such as mining and runoff, phosphorous is able to enter our water sources much more quickly. There is also a small amount of deposition that may occur from the atmosphere to the water. The most common human source of phosphorous is urban and agricultural runoff. (Mahaney, Wendy. September 22…) In Saratoga Springs there is a concentration of residential and urban infrastructure, which is a source of runoff into Loughberry Lake and other surrounding waters. Fertilizers and manure also contain high amounts of phosphorous, and tend to be the key culprits in phosphorous runoff (Mahaney, Wendy. September 22…).

Was on a family trip to Erie to see the Lake Erie, surprisingly found Sen's restaurant in Erie, and we decided to try it out, and we had a wonderful experience at there. The servers were all friendly and all professionally dressed, the food items seems to be very fresh and they also tastes great, especially combined with multiple choices of soups that go with them, the chef seems and also turned out to be a very experienced Michelin 3-star chef, although it was kinda shock to me that they actually have a Michelin chef work for them. The atmosphere was wonderful, and dining area is busy but well maintained. Top 1 choice of Erie Chinese food after all. Keep up the good

This Labor day weekend my family, friends, and I went to the lake. Lake Eufala has been closed most of the summer due to rainstorms that turned the lake into a smelly, sticky swamp.1 As a result of the rain, the water looked like a big glass of chocolate milk.2 The lake water being dirty did not stop us from having fun. The first day we took our boat out for a ride. My dad drove it as fast as a race horse.3 For the remainder of the day we hung out on the beach. We were all very sunburned which reminded me of how burned I would get when I would come to the lake when I was younger, and my mom would tell me to put on sunscreen but I would ignore her. I have grown up going to the lake. The house we have now used to be my grandpa’s, but when my

At the end of the dock is a sign that reads; "No Fishing, No Swimming, No Dumping"; a sign that is quite often recognized by all visitors of parks and lakes and as big as the windshield. Around the lake there a hills and valleys around Lake Lavon. $200,00 home are springing up like mad. Retirees, former airline pilots, and people generally burned out on big cities are discovering Lake Lavon. The small lake but the perfect weather, and the safe-quiet atmosphere are drawing people like a cover-up draws Ed Bradly. Without thought or hesitation we smiled and warmly held ourselves in each other arms and slowly sat down together at the end of the dock, put out feet in the water and the water was so cool like melted water from snow (to eat the strawberries we brought). The strawberries were delicious; red, ripped, and plumped; sweetness caressed our mouth with very bite. Some were quite sour, but was washed it away by an ocean of water every time. As supplies ran short she decided to play lazy and had me carry her to watch the people fishing by the dock. Although very distinctive and precise, I was like a bear; very step was heavy and short. To the left side of the dock about 200ft people ware fishing and kid's playing soccer on the field near the lake. By watching them play I remember my childhood, that my mother always took me to the Lake Lavon every weekend to fishing, and now I'm with my girlfriend holding her hand and watching people fishing and