My Experience In My Life

On a blazing hot summer early morning with the city traffic roaring! And the hot sun blazing, birds chirping and the smell of fresh green grass. Me and my family were packing and getting ready for our yearly powwow trail trip. My mooshum and kokum were they’re usual selves laughing and cracking jokes, I and my cousins knew they weren’t that funny but laughed at their jokes anyways. After we were all packed and ready we all piled into my kookum’s van and set off to our destination with the hot sun reflecting off the black pavement. The drive to Muskoday reserve was long and tiring, the van was humid and making us irritated, so I decided to roll down my window to let the summer air cool us off, the cool breeze was flowing and the music was booming! A bit later we arrived to our destination with our eyes popping taking in all the scenery around us, mind you this was our first time being in the reserve Muskoday. The excitement of being there and meeting new people was over whelming, the anxious feeling of just wanting to run off and enjoy the scenery with my cousins and friends I had met before from the powwow trails we took yearly.

It was a boiling, steaming day. I was going to a friend's house at Goose Creek. When we were driving into Goose Creek, I saw a lot of interesting side by sides and four wheelers. Zack and I went swimming, and I almost Broke my foot. I jumped into a shallow part of the muddy water, and I could barely walk when I got out. When we concluded swimming, we went up to the lot and set up the pop up camper.

The hike was only a little more ways left to the campsite, and we had to hurry because it started getting dark. The sky had a pink hue, and the clouds were scattered everywhere. We went over a sketchy looking bridge that was over water, and then went down a rather large hill. We finally got to the campsite as the sun was setting. We immediately set up our tents and hammocks to get settled in. After the tents were all up, we started up a fire. We started it out small, and then built it up to the point where it was raging. The five of us huddled around the fire watching cinders shoot of into the air and told stories for hours. The fire started to die down so we put it out and went to bed. I took my one person tent and my sleeping bag and went off to hit the

After that we sat in silence for about 20 minutes until the cold began to nip at my feet and the tips of my fingers which made me very restless but I tried to do my best so I would not scare away the deer. When we hit the 60 minute mark I was bored out of my mind, I thought I would go crazy, but suddenly my Father grabbed my coat and pointed out Words the west side of the field that we were watching. I

It was in the summer of 1999 when my family decided to take a camping trip to Colorado. I was a typical 15 year old high school student, which meant family vacations were "lame" in my eyes.

Me and my friend Mike have been waiting for this day to come.It was finally the day we took off work to go camping.As the day went on Mike finally arrived at my house.We started packing things we would need for this awesome trip.We packed our tent,fishing gear,and two guns for hunting and protecting ourselves from the wild animals living in Alaska.It was around five o-clock when we finally finished packing our gear.We were able to hit the road right after five-thirty.The road wasn't packed at all where we were going it just a fast and easy drive with no one on it.There wasn't nay signs letting you know where you were and how far the park is,but we were still able to find it.As we drove into the park we were surrounding by trees.This was a beautiful

In the Summer of 2015 when i was just 10 years old, my family had planned a camping trip to Arkansas. Being young and growing up in Tulsa i was always near my house. It was potentially dangerous to leave the house a night in my old neighborhood, but only now do i realize it. Back then i was safe and secluded, and i liked it that way. However i was up to go anywhere with my family, so i packed my favorite things and prepared for the long drive.

When I was nine years old my family and I took a trip to Green Lake. It was a beautiful, sunny day. I still remember the events of the day like it was yesterday, running around the lake with my cousins, climbing up the trees and eating lots of popsicles and ice cream. This wasn’t our first time there; we had gone there previously as well, but memories from this trip would stay with me for years to come.

We went ahead and ate since we hiked for so long, then we busted open one of the bags of girl scout cookies to pass the time, both of our favorite snacks. We sat there for hours talking and looking at the beautiful view enjoying the lack of the sound of cars and planes. then we went to sleep. The next day we woke up and saw that it was going to rain, so we put up the tarp and played some reggae music. The rain stopped and we went on a 2 mile trek to a stream and went fishing, once we got tired of that we sparked a fire. From there we headed back and ate an entire bag of funyuns on the way. It was about 7:30 when we got back. The sky was light blue, and the sun was setting, it was one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen. That night It was very windy and raining. We woke up the next morning and were astounded at how extremely foggy it was. We couldn’t see five feet in front of us, and, our luck, it was time to go home. We packed our stuff and went down the path that we thought was the same one we used to get to the campsite. After 2 hours of going down 4 different paths in thick

I looked out the window and saw the woods that we were going to be staying in for 3 days. The trees were so tall I could barely see the top. All the trees were covered with dark green leaves. The air smelled like, and I know this is going to sound obvious, but it smelled like wilderness. It was like sniffling a pile of leaves. It had just rained, so it was a little wet. We arrived at the campsite towards the middle of the day, so it was at peak temperature.

However, one time I will never forget is when my family met an older man and

When we got bored of climbing all the trees we wanted we went and we colored. We were still coloring by the time 2:30 p.m. the rest of our group should have been here by now so my step dad went to look for them about 20 minutes later they finally arrived. At first we explored and played around the campsite but then it started to rain so we came back. After the rain had seemingly stopped we went back out but not for long because we had to help with dinner.

It was about three years ago that my family and I had decided to listen to my sister and plan this trip to a lake. We could not resist sitting on our living room sofas and letting the humid air slap us right across the face. So Friday night we went out to the store to buy everything we imaged we would need to make a successful family trip. So Saturday morning comes around six we are close to ready in leaving to the lake. It was a struggle for me to get up in the morning so as soon as we got on the road with the van my eyes fell shut. According to my dad it was a two hour drive before the engine of the car stopped and my eyes were open again. We happen to be in some sort of parking lots. Once we knew we were at the parking lots of the lake we unpacked everything we brought our bags with extra clothes, food, balls, and the canopy’s. We had to walk through a pathway that was surrounded by very giant trees until we arrived to the end of the trees and was this signed that read “WELCOME TO LAKE PERRIS”.

My grandma had her cousins and brother coming up the next day for a little fishing competition. We had to get out on the lake/ rainy river, to find where the walleye are at. My grandpa took us to the place where they usually put in the boat, but what they didn’t know was that it was way too shallow for the boat. My grandpa put my grandma and I in the water, barely getting out away from the dock. When smack we got stuck in the mud. Couldn’t use the big 300 horsepower Suzuki motor to get us out. Had to use the trolling motor to get out. Finally, we got out, and took our time getting to the river. The river was nice and calm. It was a smooth and interesting ride. The ride was very naturistic. I saw a lot of cool animals, and trees. I was riding in the back, when I saw some bright, but dark blue silos. I thought hey maybe those silos will be a nice place to fish, but of course it’s on the Canada side and I don’t have a

It was the summer before my eighth-grade year. I was thirteen years old and so excited for the upcoming school year. I earned a position on both the mixed and girls select choirs. I loved my school, I had a great group of friends, and life was good; or so I thought. On a muggy 100 degree July afternoon, my dad took my little sister and me on an “outing”. We walked to the nearby Zip- Trip gas station for finger freezing milkshakes. Once we purchased our chilly beverages, we proceeded to walk to Brentwood Park. We sat at a wooden picnic table held together by rusty nails and worn down by time. Etchings of hearts with initials inside covered the table like wrapping paper. The three of us chatted about our vacation to Portland and asked “get-to-know-you” questions. After about half an hour, there was a lull in the conversation and all that could be heard was the slurping of the last drops of cookies ‘n cream milkshakes. That’s when dad said he had some news. He announced that he received a job offer as the dentist on an army base, which was fantastic because he had been wanting to find a new position. Then the bomb dropped. The job was on Kwajalein in the Republic of the Marshall Islands, and I had no clue where that was. We had 2 months to pack up, say our goodbyes, and leave. September 19th, 2013, we embarked on our new adventure. We flew from Washington to Colorado to Hawaii and on the 21st we arrived at Kwajalein. As soon as we stepped off the plane, we were bombarded by