Personal Narrative: How Colorado River Changed My Life

Hi, Im Cam Carbony, I am about nine million five hundred three years and five months old. Give or take a few hundred…. Or million years. That a long time for a little carbon trip. But the short story is gonna start here. I am in the hydrosphere a tiny little carbon ion in groundwater. I've been sitting patiently for about 50 years. Then finally I dissolved in a bubble only to surface in a spring. I had been degassed as CO2. Now I begin my journey in the atmosphere.

I was upset this was my last stop but I knew I could make the most out of it. When I got there I was kailbab limestone, and I was near the surface and exposed to the water. For millions of years I dissolving into the water. When I dissolved into the water I became a carbonate ion. I was dissolved because I was exposed to the water. After I was turned into a carbonate ion I finally left lithpsphere/limestone. I made it back home to my lovley and cozy home, at which I was born, the hydrosphere. Today I am in my cozy home telling you about my journey, which I very much enjoyed telling

Life jacket all strapped on, getting to the last step and I’m in. I feel the rush of the cold water running all over my body like a pack of fire ants attacking their prey. I let go of the ladder and step on the lake floor, slim, allege, little water bugs everywhere, the smell of fresh lake with a hint of fish comes to me. I walk around on the lake floor going deeper as I go, my life jacket starts to kick in and I’m loosing footing as I continue walking into the unknown. I get to a point where there’s a clear line where there’s a drop off, one side is the lake floor the other is a black hole. Pretty soon it’s me and the lake, and I just lay back and enjoy every bit of it. The blue sky with white streams left behind from the passing jets, making lines that cross each other every which way. The waves coming in from boats way out and beyond, gently hitting me and pushing me just inches closer towards shore. Birds sing their song, pine trees blow in the wind, sun beating down hitting my face, blinding me as it always does. I return to the real world and realize I floated back to where I started out, the lake knew it was time to head in. I step over to the silver ladder who spends its days and nights in this clear, cold lake helping those who dare to step in. I get up to the top of the ladder and step onto the dock, where my towel was waiting, to provide some warmth back to me. I wrap my towel around me and start the walk back to our beach house. I am careful not to slip on the rocks that washed up from the lake, and I make it to grass and flat

Rugged River Rapids In the rugged river rapids, The salmon slowly swim. Four years in the ocean, Then they leave upon a whim. Though they swim against the current, They don’t stop to rest their weary fins. And look, out past the river, In the forest, oh so green, A mother bear watches her cubs protectively As they learn to

Oh, it has been a month. So much has happened. A couple hundred miles into our trip, we looked ahead and say a long line of people. It was the kansas river. When we got up close we could see what the people were doing. One by one the wagons would cross the river. We were thinking about just walking across, the water was only like 2.5 feet deep. We decided it wasn't worth the risk and waited in line. When it was our turn we gave them $1 and started moving across. The river was only about 200 yards across. When we got across we looked back and saw that some people tried crossing without using the fairy. They were stuck. While we waited for the rest of our train we watched them trying to get unstuck. They managed to get out but there wagon and

San Luis, Colorado is the oldest town in Colorado. The Rio Culebra winds through the valley, surrounded by majestic mountains. It is one of the most beautiful scenes I have ever seen. My family along with many others have been here for generations. The beauty of the land is only accentuated by the beauty of our tight-knit families and culture. To counteract of all the physical and cultural beauty, there is social and economic strife everywhere around me. I live in the poorest county in Colorado and being impoverished is a challenge my community faces because of a lack of education and job deficit. As I have delved into community and family history, I have better understanding that the fact the that while many things like our support and love for family and culture have remain unchanged and untainted, so has the fact that our community struggles

Colorado, known for the Rocky Mountains, is a gorgeous place to be. The rectangular state rich with wildlife, covers 104,185 square miles. In the black timber, it is dark and silent, not a sound to be heard. The thick pine trees block out most of the sunlight, only to see about seventy-five yards. The terrain is brutal, almost straight up and down, but the elk love it because it is a challenge for hunters to see them. As I walk my favorite ridgeline in the black timber, I watch for the slightest movement and listen for the smallest crack. Watching thirteen-lined ground squirrels run around and chase each other can be humorous when they fall down from trees. My adrenaline pumps and heart races at a million miles per hour as I wait patiently

Colorado, known for the Rocky Mountains, is a gorgeous place to be. The rectangular state rich with wildlife, covers 104,185 square miles. In the black timber, it is dark and silent, not a sound to be heard. The thick pine trees block out most of the sunlight, only to see about seventy-five yards. The terrain is brutal, almost straight up and down, therefore the elk love it because it is a challenge for hunters to see them. As I walk my favorite ridgeline in the black timber, I watch for the slightest movement and listen for the smallest crack. Watching thirteen-lined ground squirrels run around and chase each other can be humorous when they fall down from trees. My adrenaline pumps and heart races at a million miles per hour as I wait patiently

In Eagle River, Wisconsin June of 2006 my parents and I made the 30 minute drive from my brothers camp, Kawaga, to mine, Chippewa. I was seven years old sitting in the back seat of this car thinking about how my brother, Max, loves his camp so I would too. However, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. We arrived and my parents stopped the car to take a picture of me in front of the big red rustic sign “Chippewa Ranch Camp” it said. As we drove down the long dirt driveway it finally hit me that I was about to get out of this car and not see my parents for an entire month. I couldn’t even spend the night out I would call them to pick me up at midnight from my friends homes, how in the world was I going to survive four whole weeks of

this, this was just the means to an end, nothing more. The dark grey clouds hung

This summer, I received an invitation to stay at my friend’s house on the Rappahannock River. During my stay, we spent the majority of our time outdoors amongst the nature and wildlife. Upon our arrival, we dropped everything and grabbed the canoes. As we set off, I looked at my surroundings. While the water was calm, peaceful, and a comforting shade of dark blue, something else grabbed my attention: the litter. Near the docks, I could not help but notice the bright yellow Lay’s potato chip bag and the six pack rings from someone’s soda. Seeing the trash just floating in the water frustrated me. Here I was in this gorgeous environment, and my eyes cannot stray from a potato chip bag! As I floated away, there was little I could do. However,

East Coast is known for so many different things; people, history, fashion, stores, and heritage. But the most recent trend is desserts. Desserts can be sweet, savory, healthy or unhealthy. Desserts make people feel happy especially east coasters.

In my school I am part of a community service group called start something, we help people in our community who are not as fortunate, or help clean in our community to keep our city beautiful. My first community service event was the Spicket River cleanup, the Spicket River is a small river that goes through Lawrence. The river goes through many parts of Lawrence, some people’s trash ends up in the river,[every year I look forward to this event to help the environment and my community] this is why every year I look forward to participating in The Spicket River Cleanup.

My consciousness has been expanding across this hydrophilic chunk of space rock for nearly 21 rotations around the nearest celestial explosion. Let us come together and fill our bodies with a variety of substances spanning as broad a spectrum of legality and wellbeing as possible.

My story actually begins here in El Paso and has continued its course here as well. I was born and raised in El Paso and have been living here ever since. The most further back I can remebr of my child hood was when I started Elementar school at Clendenin. I mostly remember how I wanted to help friends or people that I could when i was younger but as a kid you really could not do that to well. As i grew up that feeling still was there but at this time I just felt like being an architect. Everything changed when I was in middle school and around the time Halo Reach the Xbox game came out. I was at a friends house playing games late and lost track of time, it was 12 and way past my curfew. His parents had left but I did need to get back home so I left walking home.