Personal Narrative: Union Camp Waterfall

Rugged River Rapids In the rugged river rapids, The salmon slowly swim. Four years in the ocean,

During the summer before my Freshman year I went to hell and back, and by hell I mean Philmont scout ranch. Just a little background, Philmont scout ranch is 140,117 thousand acres of big rugged, dry, mountainous terrain. I knew what I was getting into, Ever since I joined boy scouts Philmont was regarded as the ultimate scouting experience, so of course i was pressured into that. Eventually summer rolled around and before I knew it I was on a train to New Mexico.

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

After an eight hour drive we finally made it to Yosemite National Park. We were minutes away from starting our camping adventure and none of us could hold in our excitement. As we pulled into the parking lot we instantly noticed that the whole place was completely abandoned. We were puzzled as to why the park was closed. Annabelle was the first one to break the silence. She turned to Wyatt and said, “there is no way in hell that I’m leaving this place without going camping.” The furious look on her face made us realize that she would be impossible to reason with. Wyatt tried explaining to her that it might not be safe to camp at a deserted park but she grabbed her backpack and marched over to the fence. She promptly threw her gear over the fence

My preschool years I started off at a school called Lake Rim in Hope Mills, North Carolina. My teacher's name was Mrs.Keller and we were all little kids so we thought she was scary because her name was so close to killer. By the second day we realized that she was a very compassionate and nice teacher after giving us candy for every math problem we got right. I didn't go to Lake Rim for long because I think we were two months into the school year and as I was getting out of the reading tub one day a kid named Jermaine. He had just got done at the math section before running across the classroom screaming and as I turned around to get out of the tub he superman kicked me in the face and I flew back into the tub. Mrs.Keller quickly came over to see if I was alright and took me to the guidance office because I had a bloody nose and a boot mark on my face.

Every year, The Barn Wesley Foundation provides us with the amazing opportunity to experience a connection with God at Timber Creek Camp. We are blessed to enjoy three days at the camp and share a unique, bonding moment with all of our peers from Perkinston and many students from other colleges who also attend the event. I have been able to attend this event twice, and each time has proven to be a wonderful adventure, helping each and every one of us surpass our difficulties and leave our burdens on Christ.

I can not describe how shocked I am at the moment. During the whole trip from Independence to the Kansas River, Abigail was becoming increasingly impatient. She felt more and more ill by the minute, and described her pain as feeling exceedingly nauseous and lightheaded. Soon after, her poor weak body could not walk any longer. She was incredibly unstable on her feet, and that is when she fully tripped and slammed onto the ground. Everything happened so fast… yet so slow. I felt like I have just fainted myself! Dan is checking up on her, and thankfully her heart is still beating, but it’s beating abnormally. He hopes to figure out exactly what is wrong with her.

It was a boiling, steaming day. I was going to a friend's house at Goose Creek. When we were driving into Goose Creek, I saw a lot of interesting side by sides and four wheelers. Zack and I went swimming, and I almost Broke my foot. I jumped into a shallow part of the muddy water, and I could barely walk when I got out. When we concluded swimming, we went up to the lot and set up the pop up camper.

Not a pleasing experience, unwillingly being taken out of my home- away from my friends, my life- being driven out of State for 10 hours with two complete strangers, and having to sleep outside for six months. I surprisingly learned a lot about myself though. During my sophomore year in high school, I got into “the wrong crowd”, I started partying, running away from home, lying, doing poorly in school. Soon enough my Aunt and Uncle couldn’t handle it anymore, so they made arrangements for me to go to Elk River Treatment Program.

One day last summer me and my family went to the pool in iowa falls. It was me my brother Dakota my sisters Aubrey and Brooklynn my step mom and my dad. I went to jump off the diving board. I did a few diffrent things including a backflip,dive and a couple of front flips.

One cold, dreadful winter day in November, the wind was biting at our faces, high in the Ouachita mountains at Ash Creek deer camp, I would have to face my most dreaded fear. I would be faced with losing the person that means the uttermost to me.

About 1 year ago, my family and I went to a glorious place called Crystal Mountains. Crystal Mtn is a ski resort in Thompsonville, MI. My family went because of our yearly Christmas gift exchange. My cousins traveled to this location as well. We all stayed at the resort for a week or so on Christmas. At Crystal Mountains, we did a lot of really fun things inside and outside of the cabin. All of what we did was a blast!

Finally, as I neared the center of the woods I noticed something. Just a few hundred feet before me was a waterfall stood among the thicket of trees and brush, nothing in comparison to niagara falls, but a waterfall none the less whose waters would eventually seep into the soft soil and help to fill one of two lakes at the center of Breakheart Reservation. Its waters were perfectly clean and pure. Wet from the small cascade of water, rocks shined in the minute amount of sun that was able to peek through the canopy above. Now this waterfall was, in most senses, relatively unimpressive. It was only about a measly six or seven feet tall and had only a small stream of water roughly falling down its side, but these characteristics were not what was amazing about the miniature falls. Walking through the woods, the thing that impressed me the most about this waterfall was that I have lived in Wakefield all of my life before this moment never noticed this little waterfall. Whenever I am in these woods I only ever focused on the negatives, the trash that is littered among , the forgotten merchandise that after years of rainfall and decay were now a haphazard tapestry of holes, and was thus blind to the beautiful things in those

Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada. A wonderful place, the falls themselves being one of the seven natural wonders of the world. The roaring water, mist spraying from below, seagulls flying through the sky; One happy place. That was, until my family took a tour, three-hundred plus feet in the air, the aero-car being only attached to wires, stretching from boarder to boarder. A day filled with happiness turning into a day of fear.

A very patriotic, American yet basic thing to do is go to the lake with either friends or family yet, until this weekend I have never “properly” gone camping. First, I get in the silver, petite and fuel efficient car that will be taking me to Marion lake. The car smelled like peaches and honey not to mention the ebony, hot yet sticky leather seats. The drive there consisted of acapella singing, giggling yet loud shrieks and mischievous “what are the odds’” scenarios. Rap and hip-hop was the main playlist for the sticky sweaty drive there. Our music choice rapped about beer, drugs, women, gangs and of course money.