Personal Narrative-Rugged River Rapids

wild is while Wade, a Calamus local, is at work and he witnesses a horrific event. Wade says, “One time at a deep green pool below the dam I saw a big humpback male take a run at the concrete base of the dam. He smacked right into it, head on. Whump, he hit it. I could hear the silent impact in my own stomach. The fish dropped back dazed. Then he took another run at the base of the dam. Whump, again, he butted the concrete with his snout. It was too terrible to watch” (108). This not only depicts a literal clash between nature and modern technology, but it also represents a clash between the metaphorical ideas of tame and wild. The humpback salmon is doing what any salmon would do travel up the river to spawn, but the dam is put in his way as an obstacle. The dam represents modern technology and society and the salmon represents wild land that Oregon use to be. This relationship of tame vs. wild is carried throughout the story in countless ways and the salmon helps to show it in a literal way. Another example of where salmon help to illustrate the struggle between tame and wild salmon are trapped above the dam. Salmon above

In this photo, you can the Cheakamus canyon. On the floor of this canyon is the Cheakamus River. This river is in a state of youth due to its fast and violent water flow. The Cheakamus River is a tributary that flows into the Squamish River, which then flows into the Howe Sound. Before the water from the Cheakamus River flows into the Squamish River, the river meanders through the Cheakamus canyon. With this river meandering through the canyon as well as being in a state of youth, this area is prone to floods.

The discovery was made during an archaeological survey undergone in preparation for a construction project that began in 2009. The project site, near Redmond Town Mall, was intended to restore the salmon habitat conditions of Bear Creek, a tributary to the Sammamish River, by rechanneling the stream in a way that improved its conditions for both fish and people.

When I got back, my tub water was almost all over the place. I turn my water off and took off all my school clothes and put them on the counter. Then I put my phone right next to my bath even though it might not be smart. I put my bath salts in the water, then I grab the bath bomb and put my foot in there to check the temperature. Its a tad bit too hot. Both of my feet went in the water and eventually my whole body did. I drop my bath bomb and watch it dissolve which made my bath water turn to a pale pink color. As soon as I lean back, my phone rings. It's my Aunt Jane.

Maria woke up and thought to herself, I need a change. Something adventurous. Maybe I’ll go to that strange lake I saw. It sure is hot today. And I think I deserve the rest since papa made me work so hard yesterday. With that in mind, she slipped on the worn ruffle dress her sister had passed on to her three years ago. Maria missed her sister, Margarita. Margarita had died many many years ago, at the young age of nine. Seeing that Maria possessed a petite figure, and that Margarita was abnormally tall, Margarita gave the young Maria the dress as a birthday gift. The story goes, Margarita and three toddlers named Juan, José, and Alejandro were playing in the dirt when their mother came up to them and yanked them as hard as she could. You see, her husband had been gone for longer and longer trips out west at a time, and only came back

I had heard about Panther Creek Falls from my friends for weeks. Panther Creek Falls is a trail located in fannin county. My friends told me about all of the beautiful sights, the lively nature, the flowing water. I had wanted to venture out and take in everything it had to offer, and finally we planned out a hike. We were going to explore the entire trail and hopefully be able to swim at the swimming hole near at the end. The day finally came and I could not have been more excited about it. My friends and I hopped in my car and started our excursion.

From Adams River to Vancouver Island’s Goldstream Park, there are countless rivers, parks and public places to view the eternal cycle of spawning. Closer to home, in the heart of Stanley Park, sits a unique demonstration stream, winding its way from the Vancouver Aquarium to Coal Harbour. Easily missed, yet well worth a visit, the BC Hydro Salmon Stream Project features a self-guided walking tour and presents an incredible opportunity to learn more about a natural salmon stream, healthy habitat and the salmon life cycle. Like the battle-weary salmon, the interpretive signage is slightly battered, bruised and weather-beaten. However, the salmon stewardship message is clear.

If you’re looking for your first taste of whitewater rafting, take the 5 Day Salmon River of No Return. It’s a great starting point for you and the family. Begin your journey in McCall with Rocky Mountain River Tours and take a 5 day guided trip through Idaho’s scenic and untouched backcountry. This expertly guided trip explores the nation’s second deepest gorge while cruising through foaming rapids. Twist through miles of immaculate country, witness the massive vistas, and make memories with the family on some of the Northwest’s most unique beach camps.

In the Sangre de Cristo mountain range in Northern New Mexico lies a hidden gem where thousands of locals flock to in the winter time. I grew up near this mountain range and skied these mountains for most of my life. Taos Ski Valley is elevated 12,400 feet above sea level and receives on average, 300 inches of snow during the winter every year. Some of the most memorable times I’ve had at Taos were skiing down double black diamond runs waist deep in 40 inches of new snow fall.

As I ventured inside through the entryway. This immense yard used to be quite recently included space looked well past my desires. Two little condos developed were standing confronting each other on each side, in the center was a wellspring running new water. The entire inside of the house was changed, no all the more venturing outside to get some crisp water. It make life considerably less demanding for the ladies to do their day by day shores.

Fascinated, I watched those big wheels turn, and I could almost hear Tina Turner on the Riverboat Queen! The big wheels were turning, and I was thrilled to be exploring Vancouver’s first major highway, the Fraser River, by Paddle Wheeler. Usually, my preferred mode of transportation is a sea kayak or canoe, but recently I had the opportunity to “supersize” my watercraft and experience the Fraser in style.

Paddling in perfect unison across Lake Louise makes you a child of nature. Taking in the deafening silence and breathtaking sights of the wilderness is a glimpse to treasure dearly. The water is brilliant blue like Neptune. The downside is my cousins and sibling splashing the paddles as they dash over the canoe. The dramatic summit of Victoria Glacier is a stunning scenery of spontaneous sculpture-like presence. Seizing the moment to grasp the triumphant luster of water, who the late Pierre Elliott Trudeau once loved.

Last spring, I had the opportunity to visit the Colorado River, one of the most beautiful rivers of the country. It was a sunny afternoon and I rented a row boat from Bullhead city to cruise the river because, I did not want the noise of a motorboat to distract me from enjoying the immense beauty of nature. The first thing that I noticed when I started rowing was the slow, steady, and languid flow of the water. This continual flow is charming enough to amaze any person. It just keeps rolling on and it flows murmuring by to join the vast expanse of the ocean. The soft sound of the waves was a treat to hear. I touched the water with my hand and the temperature was perfect. There were various kinds of watercrafts (from inner tubes to large motor boats) of different colors in the river. But thankfully, it was not too crowded. Moreover, there were different types of businesses (from boat rental to seafood restaurants) along the shoreline. When my boat was near the shore, I could even smell the yummy Crab Cakes and Paella. These smells along with the smell of

As I sat next to the loud river that was bursting out of the Sylvan Dam, I noticed the water was in an invariable battle with the rocks, crashing and thrashing against each other like medieval warriors scraping for land. I looked around the edges of the river to see the copiousness of colors from the trees contrasting the sinister blue water. The rapids put off a pleasant and dulcet sound that ultimately ended in me having to relieve some building pressure down the trail. After returning to my riverside view, I noticed that farther down the gleaming river, fish were jumping and flipping like delicious pancakes on a griddle. Making the split-second decision to fish, I sprinted to my 1999 black Chevy

After arriving at the river’s mouth, we promptly shoved off the mucky shore. Against the current, we trekked up the powerful Colorado River, slowly, in our little tin motorboat. Eventually, we landed in a place called Lees Ferry. In the daytime, the only beauty the great canyon had to offer was its monolithic red walls. Towards sunset, the real beauty emerged. The bank of the river slowly started to fill will all kinds of small insects. As each bug lit on the water, a trout appropriately held its own place in the food chain. The river’s edge soon erupted in a cacophony of trout jumping through the surface to retrieve its meal for the evening. Simply