My best friend from high school, who is now a Boilermaker at Purdue University, decided to spend half of her Spring Break in Stillwater, Oklahoma with me. Tressa arrived in Stillwater around noon on Monday, March 14th. After a little while of catching up, we changed into our swimsuits and jumped in the car with two of my closest friends, Charlie and Kiefer. Two hours south of Stillwater hides a beautiful state park just a few miles away from the interstate. My college friends and I have seen pictures of Turner Falls but have never actually made the trip ourselves. Monday, we decided to take that road trip to visit one of Oklahoma's beautiful hidden landscapes. We arrived at Turner Falls State Park a little before five that night, which gave us plenty of time to take a quick swim and adventure through the state park. We began by going down numerous flights of stairs, which led us to the bottom of the seventy-seven-foot waterfall. Eighty-four degrees never felt so good, and of course, we had to jump in to cool off! …show more content…
We swam and splashed each other, and somehow ended up behind the waterfall at one point during our swim. After we got out and put clothes back on, we had to take lots of pictures! We even got a Boilermaker to throw up the "Go Pokes" signal in one of our photos. Our brief swim came to an end, but the adventures at Turner Falls State Park that day had just started. After swimming, we decided we wanted to go hiking. So next, we climbed up the rocks until we came across a cave, then continued to venture up and across the small mountain that supported the waterfall. Kiefer decided to head back down to set up his eno hammock, but the rest of us continued on. As we continued to hike, we came across even more beautiful views of the
We get in the park and the first thing we did was head straight for the water park. The sweat was dripping down my face as I ran into the wave pool, because of course it was 104 degrees out that day. We spent 4 hours getting soaked by the water and the splashing buckets, soon after we went to the rides.
As we reached the stream, my campmates scattered out and frolicked gleefully in the ice-cold water. Seeking to avoid the noise and confusion, I departed from the group and made my own way a little further upstream. I took off my socks and shoes, roll ed up my jeans, and waded through the rushing frigid water to a flat boulder that was positioned in the center of the stream. The cool air that ascended from the mountain water bathed my muggy skin. My senses were awakened and became alive. Like a spon ge, I sat there and soaked up everything I could.
Physical description of Turner Falls, Turner Falls Park is located in Davis,Oklahoma. The Turner Waterfall is located in The Arbuckle Mountains. Turner Falls Park is 1,500 acres and it contains lots of natural hiking trails and natural caves. Turner Falls Park is the home of the largest waterfall in Oklahoma. The waterfall is 77 feet tall and is in the heart of The Arbuckle Mountains. The park contains three natural caves and also has natural swimming areas. Turner Falls has trout fishing every year and has a rock castle that can be
On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade
The day before returning, we went to Six Flags, it was a nice experience for me because it was the first time that I being in a big park like that. At the entrance I take pictures with my teammates. When we were heading to one of the lines to enter in one of the roller-coaster it was a long line, I think we spend like an hour trying get into the roller-coaster. I do not even know that a part of that park it was a water park, so I do not bring my swim-suit but I still get wet no matter
I looked forward to this trip every single year. Driving to get there was almost better than the camping trip itself. The road had big hills that made your stomach drop on the way down, and I always pretended I was on a roller coaster. At the top of one of those hills, there was a wooden sign, painted brown with yellow letters, all in capitals, that said “WICKLUND’S CAMPGROUND”. The driveway was a simple, downhill dirt road that had a bend at the bottom of the decline. Driving around that corner, you could always see the lake sparkling through the thin line of trees because the sun was always shining. It was cloudy that day.
Now, the most magical place in all of the mountain is Cedar Falls. It has one of most marvelous waterfalls in all of Arkansas. The hike down to the waterfall is about 2 or so miles long so if you are going on the hike to the falls, you need to make sure you have your good walking shoes on. On this hike to the waterfall you will see some beautiful parts of nature and even some little wildlife creatures. You can make some of your most memorable moments at this waterfall. Cedar Falls is a special place that makes you want to come back to Petit Jean every
The first mile and half or so of the well maintained trail is fairly flat and quite easy to walk. At the 1.4 mile mark, there is an old picnic shelter at the first overlook which is a good place for families with very small children to stop here for lunch and then turn around. Even if you stop here, you've gotten a view of the 265 foot falls and if you've brought your camera, some wonderful photographs and memories.
The Falls is a family owned and operated business for more than 25 years. It is a unique, natural location where you can see wild life and birds. As part of Oxford Falls, it’s one of the last of the semi-rural communities in the Northern Beaches of Sydney and is the suburb’s primary attraction.
Trying to find memories is like looking for treasure. You look at the surface and see something mediocre, but you dig deep and find something cool, pretty, and meaningful. It took a while to think of a fond memory, but once I thought of some, it was hard to choose a favorite. Growing up I have had many great experiences in the form of vacations. Between going to Disney World, owning a vacation home, hanging out with my grandparents in Arizona, traveling to Canada and more. They all make amazing memories that I will forever cherish. The vacation spot we go to the most, though, is Wisconsin Dells. A few times I have been allowed to invite friends to come with. When I am allowed to bring friends, it is always a ginormous amount of fun. We goof off in the hotel room, play in the arcades, and swim in the water parks.
As the gentle Colorado sun peaked through the hotel blinds, serenely flooding the room, I dreamt that I was drowning. My hands are frantically grasping for a flipped raft, my body haphazardly tossing and twisting through the rushing current like a rag doll as my mind flashes with some last fleeting images of my terrified family a few feet away. And right before the water closes in, I catch a quick glimpse of the sign directly above me--Snake River, Yellowstone National Park.
We were very thirsty for water but the water was not very good to drink so we had to wait. Once we cross the river there was also a very steep hill that we climb. When we went up hill we tied a tree to the rear axle to help with the breaking. When we finally got over the hill we had to walk 72 miles until we reach courthouse rock it's is three stories high in appearance from the different stratifications. We had a couple of stops to get some water for the rest of the trip then we had to travel 14 miles. Then we stopped and gather some food and water and rest for awhile and then
¨Twenty seconds of insane courage and I promise, something good will come out of it,¨ I murmured under my breath insistently. Despite my colossal fear of heights, with the persistent coaching of my 3 best friends, I found myself 25 feet high in the air on the cramped edge of a cliff at Pewit’s Nest State Park. Hands pouring sweat and legs trembling, I felt my way along the narrow pathway to ¨the jumping spot.¨ Even though the ¨jumping spot was only a couple feet away from the point where you climb up, it felt miles long and my breathing quickened rapidly. I knew that if I looked down at the swirling water, or even up at the dark overhangs and massive cliffs above me, I would chicken out and crawl back down the ledge to safe ground. So, keeping my eyes fixed firmly on my destination, the jumping spot, I cautiously placed one foot in front of the other.
To be honest, I haven’t really written a diary for a long time, and if I had, then it would have been lost or something along those lines. I’ll try my best to recap my past up to January 18, 2017 (Wednesday). Keep note that I LOVE technology!
Finally, after rafting for what seemed like an hour, we reached the last fall. It was by far the largest and most dangerous on the entire river. Towering high above all the other falls, it stood apart from the