Personal Narrative: Going On The Oregon Trail

We are off on the oregon trail, the Swansons kept their promise and asked the clines if we could join, after some negotiation and the conformation of me being a blacksmith, they said we could tag along, once we had left I thought all of our problems were over but I was wrong after a while we had reached a hill, and our oxen couldn't pull all of our supplies, we had to get rid of the piano my wife, that was enough for the oxen to slowly pull the wagon up and over the hill. We have reached the kansas river it had taken us two days to reach from independence, we had arrived just as the raft had left to take the last of a wagon train to the other side, once he returned he had told us it would be one dollar to cross after awhile we had

Can you imagine living on an abysmal river canyon for sixteen days? No cell service, no internet, and no people except the thirteen others that you signed on with? Add to the mix, temperatures up to 115 degrees, an upstream wind that blows whitecaps directly at you and a fine sand constantly swirling in your face, ears, nose and every other orifice imaginable plus 40 degree water that if submerged for too long could cause its’ victim to experience hypothermia. I grew up Whitewater River Rafting with my family. Several times every summer we would load up our van and spend time on a nearby river. Sometimes we would travel across several states to raft and sometimes we would drive for only an hour and arrive at a beautiful river. I have been

"He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances."

We finally reached our destination which felt like hiking the Appalachian Trail. We took a deep breath and scrabbled straight towards the bread aisle. Unfortunately, they ran out of Sunbeam bread, so we were forced to get the bread that made my organs to come out. Whole wheat bread!

I could distinctly hear voices echoing through the trees, the voices of the men who belonged in jail, and I was going to make sure that happened. I started to move through the unfamiliar forest, determined to get this case filed closed. I picked up speed as their voices became closer and much more clear.

One day I decided to go on a hike with a couple of my friends. We made the decision to go deep into the wilderness, and we didn’t think about our decisions. We arrived at the area where we could set up our supplies. After we set up our campsite, we made food, and explored the area. After we all arrived back to camp we ate, and hung out for a while. After about an hour or two my mom called, and she said I had to be home by five, and it was four, I was five miles away. I then told my friends goodbye and I left. At first I was doing fine until, I didn’t know what way to head, so I decided to just keep going forward. I soon realized I wasn’t going the right way, and I called my friends. After I called them, I started to head back and met them near

My experience with the trail was that the girls pick out people that were either unusual or outsiders to be their victim. For me, I was a honorable man who was never a “witch” and was wrongly accused of a crime that I never committed in my life even though i said that i was not a witch. The trials were unfair because the only evidence was the girls who wanted to see me dead. I was announced innocent but guilty in a split second. I was guilty and sentenced to hanged and died by hanging.

December 10, 2010. Here in Dubuque there is snow on the ground and school is out. I and my little sister Starr are bored out of are mind. Me and her want to go outside but are grandma said “No”. My older brother Anthony is getting his homework from school of cause. Now my grandma is rapping gift for Christmas Eve for my family. So I and Starr went to ask our grandpa if we can go outside. He said” How about we go to the Mines of Spain”. We said “Yes we would love that Papa.” Than Papa said” Than get ready because it is cold outside. “

10 members of 3 CDSG Signal Squadron have recently returned from completing the West Coast Trail, on Vancouver Island, BC as part of the Squadron Adventure Training which ran from 29 April to 09 May 2017. Arriving in Victoria from Dets scattered from Shilo, MB to Chilliwack, BC, the team had one day to gather last minute supplies, and distribute shared items to spread the weight.

Going to the grand Canyon was a very memorable trip because it was long, but we

By the time we got done with the bank and walked to the mechanic shop it was closed. So we had to go to Walmart to get four tires. While we were at Walmart, we got some groceries for us to eat.You should have seen us rolling the tires and carrying groceries from Walmart back to the car. It was a pretty funny site. Once we got back to the car, we realized we didn’t have a crescent wrench to change the tires. So then we had to walk all the way back to Walmart just to get a crescent wrench. Braxton stayed behind to make sure that no one slashed the tires or touch our groceries. By the time we got back from Walmart, it was dark so we decided to get another hotel room. We put all the food and tires in the room with us and went to bed. The next morning Rhyan and I woke up and noticed that someone had broken into our room and took one of the tires. But then Braxton woke up and told us to chill out and that the tire was under the bed. We all got ready and changed the tires. Finally we were back on our way. After all that we had been through we decided we’d had enough of Florida. We decided that it would be cool to at least go to Washington, DC and get a

Happily, we began our ride to the Church Convention. The two days flew by and by the time our aunt dropped us off at our home on a Saturday with a beautiful starry July night sky, I thought Nothing could possibly make this day bad. Everything has come out just perfect. As I was thinking this, I entered our house and was about to go upstairs when I turned around and saw my dad’s pale face.

The first time I encountered backpackers was when my mom took me to Costa Rica. We were out on a boat that took us out to this relatively secluded beach to snorkel in the clear water. There was an open bar, but we were disappointed that after 3 daiquiris and a couple pina coladas, we felt nothing. The bartender was being a little stingy, but nevertheless, we had a great time! We met these two girls who were deeply enjoying their gap year. They had just arrived in Costa Rica after backpacking through Italy, Spain, and France. Their plan was to travel through South America seeing Easter Island, Macchu Picchu, and going around to some of the capitals like Buenos Aires and Lima. I wish I had found a way to keep in touch with them. Ever since meeting them, my dream has been to go backpacking, to be on my own with a couple of friends in some foreign area we know little to nothing about.

It is was a cold and windy morning when we all woke up, we had great plans for the day, but I went back to sleep. My mom screeched, “Luuuuuuuis!” so loud that the whole ranch could hear my name. My body jerked and my head spun as I stood like a soldier on its first day in basic training, as my foot touched the cold floor my body was covered in goosebumps; I am half asleep; it is five in the morning; I heard my aunt and mom scrambling the pans in the kitchen against each other my mom planned to make fajita sandwiches. The house was filled with an acidic, lemony, and, rich aroma that woke up my cousin. I heard a truck pass by thinking it was our uncle and I got ready like a torpedo. I stepped outside, but to my surprise it was just the gas truck. Finally, after 20 minutes we see my uncle’s truck lights through the thick morning fog; we grabbed our lunches, and our hats, and shuffled into the truck. We were headed toward Piedras de Lumbres, a little village where we were going hike to see Saint Antonio del Varal. The trip to the village was smooth. When we got there, Daniel, our uncle, was waiting for us; he brought a dog and she was a ball of energy jumping, trying to touch the sky, and running like the wind. Daniel asked if we wanted to go the easy or the hard way; me and my cousin screamed, “the hard way!” so we walked about 10 minutes in the road until we saw a big hill. We all stopped and stood in silence ……. we just stared at each other the hill was, rocky,

My sister, dad, and I get on a plane and head to a town in Colorado called Steamboat. On the plane ride from St. Louis to Colorado, I look out the window to see a mass of mountains become closer and closer. The plane ride was short and easy. We head out of the airport and to a rental car dealership. As we walk out, we pass sparkling Christmas trees, and menorahs placed all around the crowded airport. We wait for a bus to pick us up and take us to the rental dealership. Around the corner I see an enormous green bus make a wide turn to meet my family and others. We get on and the young bus driver gets up from his seat to take my suitcase and put on a shelf with many others. We sit down and the bus begins to move away from the airport, a small baby wrapped in a blue and yellow quilt could not stop wailing. Before I knew it, I 'm stepping off the bus and into a plowed off section of a parking lot. A man greets my dad with a handshake and asks, “This is the McCarthy family right?” We all nod in response. “Right this way”, the man says as we follow him down the long rows of shiny rental cars that glisten from the snow. He shows us a gray pick-up truck that will be easy to get up the mountains in. He talks to my dad about the policies as I hop in the car. I get myself situated before the three hour car