Culp's Hill

The dirt path led me downward into secluded valleys and over open hills. Two miles into this delightful experience, a small Adirondack named the Stan Murray shelter, stood as a resting point for weary hikers. The Adirondack, a three-sided shack like structure, blended into the surrounding brown of the trees and surprised

They were on their morning walk through the endless trails and old dirt paths that twisted and turned until you saw no end. The trails were covered with fresh snow stacked upon autumn’s forgotten leaves that were never bothered to be picked up. Walking into the woods, holding his gun with an old torn red flannel tee on, Jason has doubts that this might be his last season. Charlie was already climbing down the hillside, straying off the trails, and hoping of making the first kill to prove his worthiness

The school dismissal bell has just rung and I walk slowly towards the back of the building towards the athletic wing. As I walk towards the trophy case, I am walking by memory because i am distracted by my own thoughts floating through my head of all the things I need to do before the day ends. My ends go back to focus and I find myself with the rest of my cross country team. Today is Tuesday, and we have a meet. Tuesday is the longest day of my week. After going to school for seven hours, I have

comprehension. The use of characterization within the story “Hills Like White Elephants” aids the reader to further understand the persona of an individual. In return, this allows the reader to understand them on a deeper level with a powerful connection. Without characterization, it would be difficult for the individual reading to form a bond with the man and the girl because they wouldn’t truly understand what they’re going through. In “Hills Like White Elephants”, by Ernest Hemingway, the American’s

Throughout the novel, Esperanza dreams of moving into a new house, a house on the hill because “people who live on hills sleep so close to the stars that they forget about [those] who live on earth” (86). The house on the hill is a metaphor for those who are higher up in the social class. Those who live on the hills live their live their entire lives so easily and “[do not] look down at all except to be content to live on the hills” (86). Esperanza critiques that the higher class are happy with their own

Makuyu with a valley between them through which flows Honia river,the soul of the two ridges. Kameno is inhabited by the tribe whose blood and bones speake the language of the hills and which has kept itsu magic and rituals pure and intact. Makuyu,on the other hand ;is occupied by the language of the hills and the ways of the land. Mr.Livinstone and Joshua

Though the green state of Virginia, I hear my sister yell “Look at the hills!” Confused, I follow my sister’s eyes, spotting a beautiful line of hills full of trees in front of us. After finding out that we’ll be passing through the hills for our journey, I feel filled with joy because I’ve always been fond of mountains and hills. As my dad navigates us high up into the hills, we spot to the side of the road to take in the magnificent view in front of us. I see the cars below

Numinbah Valley is an area and suburb approximately forty-eight kilometres south west of the Gold Coast, in south eastern Queensland, Australia. Numinbah Valley covers approximately 116 square kilometres. The area is in the south-east part of Queensland and is part of the Gold Coast Hinterland. Numinbah Valley is the upper catchment for the Nerang River. As the name suggests, Numinbah Valley is a valley, with several elevated areas in it (Figure 14 and 13). The valley is well preserved, with only

Sitting on top of the highest peak for miles, I feel the winter air whipping my face. The bitter cold makes my skin prickle and my breath, rapid and heavy after climbing to the top, freeze into my hair in beautiful, intricate flakes. They melt against my hot skin, leaving tear like drops spilling down my face. The cold feels wonderful, comforting even, after the strenuous climb. In this moment, I think of nothing but the air moving in and out of my body, like a river flowing quickly through a shallow

replied as Ben heard the “click, click, click” of the car’s directional going on and Ben knew they were turning. “Are we going through that?” Ben asked his dad indicating the path they had just turned on that led through two of the big mountains up to a hill on a ridge. “if you want to get to our cabin anytime soon, then yes.” Once they had parked the car in front of their cabin, Ben