Personal Narrative: A Non-Clark Expedition

I`ve been on planes, cars, and many things in my life but I have never been on a cruise, and on this Alaskan Cruise I was able to try new things. In our ship they had swimming pools, ping pong tables, casinos, and a extraordinary ice cream bar. One of my favorite parts of this trip was holding two baby sled dogs that were two weeks old. I also liked kayaking, plus I shared a kayak with my sister, Mia, and I controlled the kayak from the back. After that my family and I went on a bus ride to see caribou, bears, and glaciers. I also went on a hike and float with the Kendal`s (who are my cousins), because there daughter Annie was sleepy. I saw cool trees and fascinating wildlife. I even was allowed to eat berries that tasted like watermelon, but

The troops had little food, lick grass for water, had to bear the sight of other’s deaths, as well as live under the thought that they could

Meriwether Lewis asked William Clark and I to join him on an expedition into the unknown. We had to go west and explore the Louisiana territory that Thomas Jefferson, our 3rd president, had bought to expand the United States. This expedition will be the greatest change in history and I got to experience it. Traveling for 8,000 miles in two-in a half years only having one job; explore the new area and come back alive.

We began our descent, and made our way to the camp. I stayed silent as my mind tried to sort through my surroundings. Everywhere someone was in need. With war raging in all directions and hunger and disease attacking those not injured in combat I felt small. How would my work or aid be big enough to actually make a difference? I walked to my tattered tent, bleak and down cast. I gently placed backpack on the dirt

It was april vacation of 2016 and my parents had told me we were going to Arizona and Las Vegas. I was extremely excited, not knowing what the city of Vegas was like or how beautiful Arizona was. We left the day april vacation started and flew into Arizona, and then would spend the next three days visiting the attractions around Phoenix and Sedona. Seeing the Grand Canyon was amazing, even though it started to snow while we were up there and we were all freezing, it was a great experience. On the last day of our time in Arizona, we packed up and drove 5 hours to Las Vegas. It was the prettiest city I had ever seen, and I constantly miss the view. We went shopping, walked the strip, went out to eat and saw all

It was hard to breathe but I had never respired without a mask on so this was a whole new sensation and I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to experience a pollution-free utopia. I ran through the muddy green trees desperately looking for the next seal. I found it but there were no people. The next group were gaining on us but when the hairs on the back of my neck tingled something felt suspicious. The group behind was approaching fast. I ripped the next door open and collapsed to my knees as it sealed behind me. The fresh air brushed the grime off me and embraced me like a new blanket placed ever so gently around me. The smell of freshly clipped grass engulfed me, reminded me of what the world once was. I had reached utopia. I had reached the Green

They were going to try to drown us. At first, I was scared. I didn’t want my friends, family, or myself to drown. But, then I thought; there are 64 billion of us and only 400 of them so we can’t lose. I was wrong. The ditch was deeper than we thought and ants started drowning and dying. We tried using the bodies of the deceased as rafts so we could stay afloat. Some of our army made it over but not enough. We tried using the bodies of the deceased as rafts so we could stay afloat. Then the water started to move faster and faster. A lot of men were lost because of this. It was then we realized that this wasn’t going to work. We then retreated to come up with a plan. Major Antenna and Commander Antonio decided that we were going to find leaves. Not to eat, but to use as boats. We then set off to get what we came for. As we got on our boats to cross the ditch the water started to lower, making it easier to cross. Quickly, we started getting across. But, to our dismay, one of Leiningen’s men lifted up the dam, causing the ditch to fill up again and killing more of our army. But, little by little, more of the army made it across. Then, I finally made it over and started crawling towards the wall. I noticed that we were stepping in some type of thick liquid when all of a sudden BOOM! There was a large, fiery explosion that blasted me backwards past the ditch and onto some of the crawling ants. Aching with

On October 21,2016 I got the opportunity to travel to the east coast of the United States with the seventh and eighth graders of Sacred Hearts School. I have been waiting since sixth grade to go on the east coast trip. I was so excited to go with my fellow classmates and my mother. Unfortunately, my mother wasn't able to go because she had a stroke.

The year was 2016, it was a hot and humid Georgia June and I had just turned a man. I have many years of in woods and survival skills. This was the ultimate test to all my knowledge learned so far. Living off the wilderness and having to survive isn’t as hard as many people think, it’s very methodical and tedious work.

Over hearing one of the leaders say that we were almost to the top of the mountain, I prepared myself for what was going to happen. The group was told at the beginning of the trail, that we were going to be rock climbing thirty feet away from a cliff. I thought it was going to be a small cliff, that was not the case at all. Walking over to the edge I looked down and saw that it was a two mile drop off. Until this point, I have not gotten scared or anxious the whole way up, but looking over the edge made me

Thump, thump, thump. I could hear the helicopters grow near. The sound of the steel blades slicing through the air could be heard throughout the valley. Theories of the helicopters objective raced through my mind, each one dismissed hastily. Private tour, no that only requires one chopper, lost hiker, no they wouldn’t be traveling so close together, military drill seemed improbable, no escaped prisoners or runaway fugitives had appeared on my modified police radio/Sat-Phone.

Chris here. I'm sorry for leaving you there with dad and mom. I have had a great time getting my way to Alaska. I have met some really outstanding people. As I was camping along the badlands abutting the Salton Sea, not so far from a gathering of aging hippies, nudists, and snowbirds set up in an area they call Oh-My-God Hot Springs. While I was hitchhiking into town for food and water, I met Ronald Franz, a retired army veteran who once had a drinking problem. Of course he tried to persuade me to leave the encampment, he said it was a bad influence. He took me to San Diego, where I lived for a little while before leaving to Seattle. I ended up back in California so I decided to call Ron. He bought me a meal at a local steak house, I stayed

The crisp summer air filled the local park as the vivid sun glistened in the sky. One could hear magpies tweeting and dancing across the horizon. The unbounded vault of celestial blue was hemmed with silver. Trees stood as majestic as soldiers, whispering sweet secrets to each other. The luscious emerald green grass was a carpet, as soft as wool and the clambering, azure river was muttering and lisping through the mossy park. The salubrious, Spring aroma drifted and whirled from the primroses

It was starting to get rough. You know it’s rough when it’s even more rough than your typical war standards. We had been walking for days and days, nights and nights. We soon ran out of food, and not long after that we ran out of water as well. Not a drop of water was in sight, even though we were in a forest. Perhaps we had been walking in circles, we weren’t too sure. But we needed water soon or when we got to the enemy, we’d drop dead before

My breathing is steady and shallow, the exhales causing slight disturbances in the fog around me, my shoes making a constant smack, smack on the pavement. The mist acts like a thin blanket, dampening my senses, making the world just a little quieter, a little calmer. All around me are the sounds and smells of pure, serene nighttime. To my left is the pond; ducks are huddled along the shoreline, sometimes ruffling their feathers or making a sleepy murmur. I just passed the campus daycare, the windows are all dark and the playground is empty; the swing creaks back and forth slightly… There must be a breeze.