The Foss Walk

Alfred Tennyson wrote the “Charge of the Light Brigade” in 1854 and it is about the battle of Balaclava in the Crimean war. Although this battle had no real influence on the outcome of the war it showed the bravery of six hundred British soldiers who charged into almost certain death. The poem itself is a patriotic ballad keeping up with the tradition of the time. The poem is heroic and romantic.

So Har jumped down at the front entrance while Gaedbre took the wagon around back. Villagers and farmers drifted in as they finished the day’s work. They came to the Copper Bottom to have a good time, but also to gossip with their neighbors, discuss the weather, and offer or get help on a project. It was where they formed and maintained the relationships that bound the community

Where once houses and other structures stood, there were now tall trees and barely any signs of colonist life. The only thing left of the colony was a fort-like structure of planks that fenced around the area where the colony had once been. White searched for a Maltese cross, a sign they agreed upon to signify where they colony may move if they needed to relocate while John White was away. Unfortunately for him, there were no such signs carved on any of the trees. The only clues he had found were the letters “CRO” and the single word “CROATOAN” carved into two separate

The little historic house was hovering higher than the actual street, extremely different from its surroundings, a reversion of time. I never went to the house until this project came out. I immediately though about visiting the Dyckman Farm and Museum. Surprisingly, when I went the museum entrance only cost $1 and it took me about an hour to see the interior and 30 minutes to walk through the garden. The Dyckman Farm House & Museum is small enough that you can self-guide. There are 7 rooms, and one of the most interesting is the main parlor. The house in general is well maintained and the farm house is only open Friday to Sundays from 11:00 am to 5:00 pm.

In the poem Charge of the Light Brigade Alfred Lord Tennyson tells the story of a light brigade consisting of 600 soldiers charging on horseback into the “valley of death” during the Battle of Balaclava during the Crimean War in 1953-56 where they fought against Russian and Cossack forces. The poem tells of the journey that soldiers take through battle. Tennyson uses repetition, personification, and diction to make this poem flow.

There are a number of environmental advantages that would occur upon decommissioning the Edwards Dam, most notably the rejuvenation of fish populations and the resulting increase in numbers of the osprey and bald eagles which feed upon them. Historically, the Kennebec River provided extensive top-quality breeding grounds for all ten species of anadromous fish native to the northeastern U.S., a distinction that the Kennebec River alone could boast of. Anadromous fish make their home in the ocean but embark upon the tough journey upstream once a year to lay their eggs. Since the erection of the Edwards Dam in 1837, and the subsequent construction of more than a hundred dams upstream of the Edwards, these fish have been effectively blocked off from prime spawning grounds. The removal of the dam would open up fifteen miles of these grounds, seventeen miles total before encountering the next obstruction, making this the longest uninterrupted stretch of high quality breeding grounds north of the Hudson River (Howe,1998).

The road, or more appropriately, the path leading the town of Opal essentially consisted of dirt and jagged pebbles. Needless to say it wasn’t the most favored road amongst the neighbors, especially those with wagons as the wheels consisting of flimsier spokes would often break or create a hitch. I didn’t so much have an issue with taking the path, aside from the semi-agonizing distance, as I was wearing my work boots, but it was honestly still an eyesore. However, I enjoyed the views of both the left and right side of the path. They were both rolling hills coated with lush oceans of green, despite the recent frigid weather as they defied the norm associated with the winter season. It was truly transitioning into a beautiful day, allowing the

He decided to walk down to the Milton landing site, beginning at the old Western Creek outlet on the river, in search of Oxley’s chain of ponds. He was so excited that he will discover the changes in his city for the first time after years of absence from his birthplace. However, despite all the significant changes in the area such as the presence of computer stores, tanning salons, office buildings, or block of units, Condon felt that nothing is fantastically different from the past environment. This is because of the fact that the river, hills and gullies are still present and

The Devon’s course was determined by some familiar hills a little inland; it rose among highland farms and forests which he knew, passed at the end of its course through the school grounds, and then threw itself with little spectacle over a small waterfall beside the diving dam, and into the turbid Naguasmutt (76).

Suddenly, leaves rustled in the distance and a small doe appeared with piercing brown eyes and a jet-black nose eating luscious wild blackberries from a bush. After walking a short distance, faint sounds of rushing water filled the atmosphere and the scenery unexpectedly changed. Giant old hemlock trees towered over the trickling picturesque creek that parallels the trail, whispering in the breeze. A natural freshness emerged in the mountain air approaching Abrams Falls as misty sprays of chilly sprinkles bounced off my body. The cascading water roared and rumbled over the broad ledge, appearing frosty white and foamy before plummeting into the deep, crystal-clear pool below. Like most visitors, I dipped my hands into the water pool and enjoyed a cool refreshing drink. The sun beamed overhead in the blue sky and a nippy breeze caressed my body as I sat on an enormous, gray boulder admiring the magnificent natural wonder of the Abram Falls. Trekking on Abrams Falls Trail and observing the powerful, breathtaking waterfall was a memorable excursion that I hope to share with

Proceeding to the eastern edge of the lake, where a bridge connects to a larger section of woods, we found another excellent nature trail footprint. What’s cool about this area is that it contains some outdoor educational stations that explain the history of Coe Lake, riparian systems and watersheds. Although the wooded section is small, it provides a unique cutaway from the previous paths we’ve hiked.

A few miles northeast of Afton, the Neosho river runs long, and deep. There is a path that runs along the river bank that has been beaten hard by the ranchers coming down from the ranches transporting their goods. The path is wide, and covered with grinded up gravel caused by the many trucks, and trailers that drive across it. The Neosho river is long, and green; home to many critters that scurry throughout the river’s surface. Beneath the surface is another world that is inhabited by creatures, who thrive on the very little food that the Neosho river produces. On the muddy river bank, tree leaves lie deep within the sandy shore, engulfed by clay like sand. Then from the direction of the gravel path came the sound of footsteps on the loose

Excavations in 1911/12 unearthed coins dating from AD 362-392 as well as brooches, sandals, wooden bowls, pottery and a jet finger ring. Unfortunately, due to erosion, all traces of the site have since disappeared. The signal station at Huntcliff was one of several sited along the Yorkshire coast, which served as watchtowers to signal land-based patrols, warning them against the threat of Anglo-Saxon raids from Denmark and Germany. The turret at Huntcliff was 50 feet (15.2m) long, and the walls were 7½ feet (2.3m) thick indicating that these defences also served as fortifications, in addition to

In the film “A Great and Mighty Walk” we are introduced to John Henrik Clarke. Clarke was renowned African American historian, professor, and civil rights activist. In the film, he discusses many significant, yet overlook topics throughout African history. For example, the rise and fall of ancient african empires, roman invasions into Africa, the transatlantic slave trade, african diaspora, and the civil rights movement to name a few. Throughout the film, Clarke also offers valid facts, thought-provoking opinions, and a personal narrative about what it was like to experience being apart of history in the making.

The Repton Long Barrow Site is a Neolithic burial mound in Repton, Bluffshire, U.K. The Repton area sits on top of a large, thick layer of chalk, with native soils that overlays this chalk base. Originally, this site sat isolated in the flood plain of the River Esk which lies to the south. It appears that the Repton Long Barrow is of the early Neolithic burial mound building complex that began appearing in the archaeological record of Britain in 4000 BP. The entire site itself is roughly 50 meters long and tapers from 9 meters wide in the west to 15 meters wide in the east. As seen on the overview map of the site there appears to be an indication there is a ditch that was dug around the barrow leaving the eastern edge unfinished of during of