My Experience At My Cabin

The weather was decent, but evening was approaching and it was getting chillier. A lay on my stomach and steady the tube as Noah gets on. We grab on to the handles in front of us and the tube is propelled forward by the boat. We started picking up speed, but it was still easy to stay on the tube. We started reaching speeds of up to forty miles per hour. It was amazing, the water flashed by on either side. We were still going straight but we were ramping off waves. The water splashed in my face every time we went airborne and landed again, but I didn’t care. And then we started turning. We turned right, which was the side I was on. We just let the tube go where it wanted to go, but that was a mistake. The tube came closer to the gigantic wave made by the boat engine. We reamped of the wave, and I knew I was a goner. I began sliding off the tube, and I thought I was gone. Finally my body was flung into the water, but my hands had a firm grip on the handle bars. Uncle ralph slowed down enough so I could pull myself up on the tube. With most of my body soaking wet, and slippery. When we turned again we turned left. This time we tried to lean against the wave. The tactic worked pretty good, but me hit the wave again. Noah was gone in an instant. I look back and he is floating some ways back

We get back into the car. I breathe deeply. Through puffs of smoke, Thomas says, “That guy sounds like a dick.” We merge onto a different highway. The sun is rising. I think only of the Pacific Ocean, of the light on the water, of the sound of waves crashing over my feet. I remember kayaking on the ocean with my father and his friend. I was young, nine or ten. On top of the waves, my father told me that we were going to roll the kayak. He said that while we were under the water, I couldn’t let go of him. He said that I had to make him proud, that I would be in trouble if I embarrassed him in front of his friend. He said that my sister was too afraid to roll the kayak, but I was different, I was brave. Once we got under the water, dad kept flailing around. He tried to push me off of him, but my legs were locked around his chest. He was testing me, but I wouldn’t let go. My lungs burned. I told myself that I just needed to hang on ten more seconds, ten more seconds. I thought I could hear my dad’s voice under the waves. Someone was under the waves with us. Arms pulled me away from dad, but I fought them. The arms were too strong, they pulled me into the air and held me above the waves. I thought that dad would be furious that I had let go, but once he rolled the kayak back up, dad looked afraid. His friend asked him what had happened. Dad said he wasn’t strong enough to roll us back up, that he couldn’t breathe, that he

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.

The Log Cabin Republicans is an organization that helps build a more stronger union of equality, free market, individual liberty and many more . They have chosen to start this party for the sole purpose of helping to stop the intolerance towards gays and lesbians. The name Log Cabin came from President Abraham Lincoln who was born in a log cabin, so they chose to name it after him. Not only was he the inspiration for the name he was also an inspiration for the faction. The original name of the faction was “Lincoln Club” but the name was already taken by another Republican (GOP) group so they had to change it to something else. The faction was built on Abraham Lincoln's principles of Liberty and Equality.

As I jump off the pontoon, I feel the freezing water surround my body. I'll slip on the boots of the skis and grab the handlebar. Releasing my grip, I put one thumb up into the wind to signal I’m ready to go. Suddenly there is a tug on the rope, and I’m being dragged through the water. Pressing the skis against the cold water, I can finally stand up above the waves. The boat pulls me around the bend of the lake, and the view of all the enormous cabins is thrilling. The seniors on the campground beach will clap and stand up from their Adirondack chairs to wave or whistle. As my legs begin to feel tired, I wave one last time and let go of the handlebar. I can feel my body quickly sink down into the water; the life jacket on my chest will be

Imagine, I’m standing in front of a ride that makes my stomach drop all the way to my toes. But for some reason I’ve agreed to go on it. I’m getting buckled in as I wonder how I agreed to this. To impress my little sister? As if that would happen. Meanwhile I’m climbing up the sling shot, slowly, like a ticking clock, then, suddenly I’m falling, I scream in terror as my legs lift off the seat, like they’re going to fall off and shoot up into the sky. It doesn’t help that I’m scaring myself to death with thoughts like “what if I fall

Although our arms were fatigued, we didn’t want to stop because we were having a blast. My dad didn’t mind either because he was enjoying driving his new boat. Then, without warning, my dad took an abrupt turn; going rather fast. Kiersten and I were not expecting it at all and we both fell off, tumbling into the water. It was exhilarating, and although it hurt, so much adrenaline was coursing through my body I didn’t feel it until much later. The tube went shooting forward, and my dad turned around to come get us. He drifted towards us and we climbed up into the boat; deciding it was time to get some lunch. My dad went to accelerate the boat and that’s when it became very evident that there was a problem. The boat wouldn’t move. It was still on and running, but it wouldn't move forward or backwards. Initially, everyone panicked since we were in the middle of a not very crowded lake, with a baby, and a limited amount of water. After checking the for the obvious sources of the problem, like if we had run out of gas in the boat, my dad begrudgingly climbed into the water. He found that the rope had gotten entangled in the propeller when we fell off the

We slowly drove out to the faster speed limit part of the lake, once there I was given a small briefing about hand signals. Gracye’s Dad told me, “Thumb down means slower, thumb up means faster, and hand horizontal means perfect.” After the briefing we got our life jackets on and literally jumped from the boat to the tubes which were now almost out of reach, quickly trailing behind the boat. The rope attached to the tube was quicklypulled out very far and was tightly being pulled from behind the boat, me on the biggest tube in the middle and Gracye on the smaller one on the right of me. We got to a moderately fast pace for me and it ended up not being as frightening as I thought it would be. Her Dad had started picking up the speed by this time and I was beginning to get scared. I signaled to have him slow down and he ended up slowing down after five minutes, or so I thought, but he was just winding the boat up for a whip which while happening, I was holding on for dear life and I felt my life flash before my

My heart pounded as my feet gradually left the safety of the grounds and began its ascent on a ladder that rattled on every step. Sweat formed in the palms of my hands while my gaze remained transfixed to the ground. In my mind’s eye, I envisioned myself landing with a splat on the ground. This was my first time at White Water, Six Flags. At first, when my cousins invited me to the trip, I presumed that in the worst case scenario, I would face a roller coaster; I can stomach that as long as there were seat

Attention all riders! This ride is now closed for maintenance. Everyone in the front of the line, please come and get a free pass to another ride to the front of the line. Thank you and sorry for the inconvenience.” I felt a wave of relief and just felt lifted off my feet. It was like the heavens were lifted off of Atlas’s shoulders and he was freed. “ Hey why don’t we go ride the roller coaster that goes upside down,” my dad asked both Rhett and I. Rhett, overjoyed with feelings of pride and ready to do anything, was quick to say yes and went running to the exit. I on the other hand, was distraught with grief over the fact that I was about to go through something much worse and faster too. I walked to the next ride like a convict to the electric chair, thinking that this might be the

The ground looked up at me menacingly. After an agonizing 2 minutes, we reached the curve at the top of the hill. As we rounded the bend, I glimpsed the drop ahead. The butterflies drummed twice as hard now. Then, the end of the curve was upon me, and we stopped! “What happened? Is something wrong?” All of the sudden, the brakes gave way. A yell tore itself from my lungs as we flew down the hill. My hands gripped the armrests like there was no tomorrow. But then, after the initial drop, excitement flared through me. “This is the best rollercoaster ever!” I thought to myself. The coaster took me up, down, and all around. It felt like I was flying, we were going so fast. But, to my despair, all roller coasters end. As we pulled up to the dismount station, I thought to myself, “I’m never going to forget this!”

My skin soaking up the sun, the water splashing at my face, and the constant wind in my hair are my favorite little things while on the boat at my lake house. As I sit on the boat I take in every stress free moment it offers to me. My lake house is on Shafer Lake, which is right in the middle of a small town Monon, Indiana. Aside from living in Italy, this is where I picture my life after retirement.

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

The ruckus from the bottom of the truck is unbearable, because of the noise and excessive shaking. As we slowly climbed the mountain road to reach our lovely cabin, it seemed almost impossible to reach the top, but every time we reached it safely. The rocks and deep potholes shook the truck and the people in it, like a paint mixer. Every window in the truck was rolled down so we could have some leverage to hold on and not loose our grip we needed so greatly. The fresh clean mountain air entered the truck; it smelt as if we were lost: nowhere close to home. It was a feeling of relief to get away from all the problems at home. The road was deeply covered with huge pines and baby aspen trees. Closely examining the

The night before we began our journey to Orlando, I didn’t get much sleep. My eyes were wide open like an owl most of the night, tossing and turning under my cloudy soft comforter thinking about what awaited me the next 24 hours. I have always been interested about what it would be like to go on a roller coaster, but I hated the feeling of weightlessness like a balloon. I even hated going on elevators, just the thought of all that force sent a shivering sensation throughout my body that made me agonizingly uncomfortable. Nevertheless, there was a roaring lion fearlessness within me that wanted to indulge on this endeavor. In the morning we pack the family SUV as if we were sardines in a can and headed out to Islands of Adventure.