Personal Narrative: Camp Lake Hubert

Red Lake Ontario a place that I’ve been But only in my dreams in the last year and ten It’s always been with the boys, mainly my son I invite you into my dreams because you’re my special one. The cabin on the hill faces north over the lake But as the sun set down theres not even a wake

I live in a small town that goes by the name of Lafayette. The population is 4,500. Everyone knows where everything is, when everything is, and what everything is. As a child, my mother and I would go to a beautiful waterfall on a small back road when the sun was shining, when the trees and rocks were just right, and when it was damp and perfect for four wheeler rides. The Union Camp waterfall is majestic. The scenery makes a person speechless. We would always go when the weather was perfect. The waterfall is one childhood memory I will always remember. The activities my mother and I would do were always a blast. My trips to Union Camp waterfall are memorable because of the scenery, the weather, and the activities.

Hannah is a twenty year old girl from Egan. For the past 3 years she has spent her summers at a bible camp up north called Trout Lake Camps. The first time Hannah stepped foot at the camp she didn’t want to go. She spent the school year there working in the office. But now the thought of not stepping foot there makes her think about all the good times and bad times she had. From sleeping in chapel or getting stuck in a canoe, she can’t help but be thankful for being forced to go there.

Let's start back when he started having his early stages of his complications. Something that he loved to do during the summer, was to take us camping at Joe Pool Lake for the weekend. Whenever we would go camping, he would also bring our pontoon boat with us to either go swim out on the lake, go tubing, or go fishing. This day was different though, he didn't seem like himself at all. Some of my mom's friends came out to the campsite, so we were all wanting to go out on the boat, and usually he is the first one to ask us if we want to go out on the lake, but he was nowhere to be found. My mom went into our camper, where he was laying down in bed, and asked "Do you want to take the boat out on to the lake with us?" He said "No, I'm not feeling good. My stomach hurts, but you all can take the keys and go." When he said this, we didn't think much about it because stomach aches and pains can be a normal thing that can come and go. Well little did we know, this was just the beginning of the most terrifying and tragic journey that we have gone through. We proceeded to take the boat,

Just this past summer, under the hot, and sticky sun, we pushed our car to the limit, on our 1,000 mile journey to the Rocky Mountains in Colorado, although in actuality we might have pushed our fears to the absolute limit. Flipping through the Colorado vacation brochure proved to have posed some interesting vacation destinations, such as "Big Bear Lake" and Trail Ridge Road. With the intent to get high in the sky, our family headed out the next morning to Trail Ridge Road, which is a road that takes you up to a staggering height of 12,000 feet. Although optimistic, we imagined of the vast fields of green, the glacier-topped mountains, and the valleys that undertake the them. As we climbed up to the peak, it seemed apparent that there

This summer I will be a CIT (counselor in training) at Camp Cherry Valley that is located on the island of Catalina, right off the coast of Southern California. It's a really nice camp with an incredible staff, and this was one of the first things that I noticed last summer when I got off the boat that takes you from the mainland to the island. The week that I spent at the camp with my troop was as a senior patrol leader. As soon as I got back from camp I knew that I wanted to be part of the same staff as last year. The first step I needed to do to go to Camp Cherry Valley was to submit an application online write about why I believed that I qualified and was capable of doing the job. When they received my application and saw that I had already

For as long as I can remember I have always adored the ocean, I did not expect that I would love being 2,000 feet above it. For spring break my family and I go to Florida to visit our grandparents, my cousins also travel down there for the week. It appears to be tradition to take my grandfather’s boat out and journey down to Fort Meyer’s Beach. This time, my family has arranged for some of us to go parasailing.

When I was nine, I went away to sleepaway camp in Maine for the first time. Camp Winnebago would be my home for seven and a half weeks, and I was only going to see my parents for one day in the middle for Visiting Day. As excited as I was for camp, I was really, really nervous to leave home for the first time for that long.

My nickname at Camp Green Lake is sleeper because after I'm finished digging my hole. I will sleep in my bed probably will not be seen until lunch time. It will be like someone has slip me some sleeping pill I will be out. Probably even take a nap in my hole after I finishes digging for the day. Because even now I love sleep it does not matter where at I will be in a curve sleep. For example, I once feel asleep at church while the preacher was tell us the word.Another way this nickname express me is that I am very easy to tired out when doing something so small. For example, when I use to work at the Sonic in Raymond I would go to the back where the straws boxes where to go to get a 5 minutes sleep. If I feel tired somewhere I will find a

I grew up Western New York State, in a rural community located on the south shore of Lake Ontario, roughly between the City of Buffalo and the City of Rochester. The area is known for its formidable weather, especially the snow storms in the winter due to the lake effect. The community has its roots in farming and raising livestock (mostly cows), which continues today though there are more housing developments dotting the landscape these days. My town is home to the world’s biggest apple pie, and is very much like stepping back in time in some respects. The views and practices of the community have changed very little in the past forty years and will be slow to do so given the conservative nature of the public’s opinion, now that I look from

At this point I have been tubing for years, nothing was going to go wrong. Or would it? We got on the tube. The boat started. We were going kind of fast, not crazy though. It was about 4 minutes past, me and Dawson were still doing fine. They needed us to fall off, so other kids could

Last year I was impressed with all the interesting plants blooming in the alkali meadows next to Klondike Lake. Plants like Rabbit brush and shrubs are found in abundance here but not too many other places in the state or even the Owens Valley.

The glory of God is at stake by the way I approach situations, is one thing I realized at PLT camp. I went to Power Leadership Training, provided by FCA, the weekend before my sophomore year. I signed up knowing what it would be like, but I did not know the huge impact it would have on my life. We normally have small groups, team meetings, and other activities throughout the day. What I did not expect this year, was how much I would take from it. The message that impacted me is to do everything with a purpose for Christ.

The sun was starting to set, so we decided to head back to the houseboat and boast about our catch to the others over dinner. Just as were all packed up, it started to down pour. The rushing winds and gushing waves filled our tiny tin boat quickly. We were on the brink of being capsized.

“ BANG!”.It was a cold October day. I was at Fort Meigs. I was excited to watch my brother run cross country. I was at the starting line waiting for the gun to go off.