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We take adventure seriously, and that means getting to know the places where we build our treetop adventure courses well. We’re stewards and students of the forest in each place we choose to spend our time. With of of our newest treetop adventure recently opening in New Britain, Connecticut, we’ve taken some time to learn The Constitution State’s best hikes. Connecticut is home to beautiful traprock ridges, old hardwood forests and romantic legends, and adventures that await in every county.

On a cold summer night the sun was shining brightly in the sky. The sounds of bears were given to my ears in the breeze as it came through the forest trees. Wolfs could be seen in the tree line hunting their pray. Feeling the rugged rocks that you tread on. Fresh air smells like pine scents with a glowing spray of a river. There was a spiritual being present that made my heart quicken and my body became still. HE came to show the way for HE is the truth, the way, and the life for through HIM we well

I think it is ok for people to cut down trees becasue, if they did not cut down trees we would not have the things we need for everday. Like writing paper or toilet paper. Most of the house are made out of wood the floors kitchen cabinets furnicher. Were would we have house if there would be trees growing ever were. We would not have places to grow thing we would not get sun light. there would not be many animals near if there was not that many beceause there would not be any othere animals for

“Thirty-six, Mister Potato Head. Thirty-seven, Mister Potato Head,” Rachel crouched alone in the garden, buttocks to heels, head tilted down. She looked through the crack of folded forearms to study the ground. Dismal and lifeless, the garden was barren now that summer had passed. This year the patch had filled the cellar. She gave a sigh knowing winter was coming on. Her eyes tight, she counted, “Forty, Mister Potato Head.” Aaron’s giggle drifted to her as she counted out the cadence. She projected

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn Response Essay “She would suffer all the rest of her life every time that she remembered that she had not smiled back,” (234). This sentence, written by Betty Smith, author of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, is in reference to when protagonist, Francie Nolan, had not allowed herself to smile back at a seemingly bad girl named Joanna because she thought she was not meant to be friendly with people like her. What struck me the most about the instance Francie says she will suffer

The Maple Tree I remember it like it was yesterday. A couple years back, my backyard had to share its grass with a maple tree. This tree wasn’t a typical tree; this monstrosity stood at almost 90 feet tall and extended across my entire yard. I attempted to wrap my eight year-old arms around the trunk, but I had better luck trying to bend steel with my hands. I stepped outside once, and asked my dad why the grass was brown. He replied simply, “When’s the last time you saw the Sun touch the grass

nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they’re still beautiful.” This aligns perfectly with metaphors in the book Speak, by Laurie Halse Anderson. In this story, Laurie uses the symbol of a tree to represent the main character, Melinda, as she struggles to overcome a difficult experience in her life. The trees represent Melinda’s transformation from trying to be someone she wasn’t, to becoming utterly depressed, to overcoming her pain, and

Deep in the overgrown woods of the Ebony Forest, where the trees are as dark as the night sky currently above it, a small light flickers into the shadows as a lone figure sits down in the dirt, his back to a tree, with a small contraption that produces a small flame from the end. The figure pulls the hood of his cobalt blue robe down a little further as a strong gust of wind blows by; not only causing him to shiver, but for his small flame to go out as well. Letting out a small gasp, he clicks a

Asian longhorned beetle Introduction Forty two percent trees on Toronto's streets are targets of the Asian longhorned beetle. The scientific name for the Asian longhorned beetle is the Anoplophora glabripennis. This beetle is native to China and other parts of Asia. The Asian longhorned beetles destroy our trees by making holes that go directly through them. There are many things we can do to prevent the Asian longhorned beetle from spreading. As you will read in this report, we can get rid

those that come from a far away land in order to form the illusion of the “White Picket Fence Society”, which is obviously a place that values diversity. Our world is encompassed by trees. I live in a part of suburbia where it is required to have a tree in the middle of your lawn: this is to enforce the uniformity all suburbs have. The end mission of this being to have every individual conform to the idea of the perfect person and for them to become that idea. Even though we keep on trying, man-made