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Starved Rock Park is a beautiful, marvel that lies along the Illinois River just 90 miles West of Chicago. The park was named after a battle that took place in 1760 that involved the Ottawa Indian tribe. When the battle broke out among opposing tribes the Ottawa Indians were forced to take refuge on a giant rock. Several days after the battle, the tribe began to run out of resources and eventually starved to death, giving the rock and the park its name. The rich history of the area began in 8000

On June 13, 1971, the New York Times headline read, “Vietnam Archive: Pentagon Study Traces 3 Decades of Growing U.S. Involvement”. Days earlier, Daniel Ellsberg provided the newspaper with excerpts from a 7,000-page classified study that became known as the Pentagon Papers. Just over 20 years later, moose hunters found the decaying remains of an adventurer in the Alaskan wilderness. The remains were concluded to be those of Chris McCandless, an affluent 20-something from Virginia, who wound up dead

I think they call it Canada Day. A holiday in the middle of summer not unlike Independence Day in the United States. On this occasion, I happened to be visiting friends in Tete Juene Cache, British Columbia, several hundred miles into the interior. Tete Jeune was the French word for 'Yellow Head'. The name, like the town itself, was a vivid reminder of the not-so-long-ago gold rush days. Fewer than a thousand residents hid in the forests and canyons of this small settlement that clung to the western

A Visit He pointed to the grove of trees beyond the dirt road. “That’s where your grandmother is from.” “Well, where exactly? That one green tree or the green tree?” She cracked a smile. It all looked the same to her. The muddy people, the dirt roads and the sea of green. A cow passed by on the dirt road, it’s tail swishes back and forth like the orange glow of a cigarette. He didn’t know how to tell her that he didn’t know, letting pride sit in place of false memories. “They are going to kill

out of the gravel lot onto the road. Shifting into drive he slowly accelerated heading down out of the hills and towards King’s Valley. He took that quiet highway down to Eugene to hunt for an alibi. Alex had taken Shayla on the most embarrassing date in that car. Other cars were honking and passing him when lights turned green. He floored it and the damn thing crawled through intersections. He could gradually get it to 25 mph, and then let up on the gas a bit. “Well at least

Roads are infrastructure we use every day in conjunction with vehicles to travel around. Roads affect us daily, just as Roman roads affected the Roman Empire. Roman roads were a crucial part of Rome because they helped Rome expand their empire, trade easily, and move ideas along. Not only that, but Roman roads were amazing engineering accomplishments. Roman roads helped Rome expand and connect the entire empire together. Altogether, Roman roads stretched about 53,000 miles. The most famous road

Skrt Skrt! Dust blew through the air as Kiley and I sat in complete silence. Looking around in awe, I realized we finally settled somewhere other than the gravel road we started on.. Smashed and unrecognizable, the tahoe rested in the ditch next to my dad’s cornfield. What just happened? I vaguely remember my mom’s voice telling me in the past that parents set rules for a reason and although kids usually ignore not like them, they provide boundaries to ensure everyone's best interest. Cold and scared

Roman Roads and Bridges Introduction The Roman road system, an intricate network of major as well as minor roads, spanned nearly 50,000 miles, allowed for quick, easy travel and military advantages, and served as a link between many different centers of population in the Roman Empire. At first, the Romans developed roads for military use only, utilizing them to gather troops quickly and transport resources to certain places during wars. Soldiers were even charged with the task of constructing

calls that he made to patients in their homes, and for driving between his two offices. His morning office was in Jerico and he went to Sheldon for the afternoon office hours. It was about eighteen miles of dirt and gravel road that separated the two offices, and driving over that road about 75-80 mph in a convertible would cause great clouds of dust that covered you and everything in the car.

sharp turns left and right. Its gravel crunched beneath my feet and bushes and plants reached out, grasping for the cold, hard gravel. I knew every turn, bush, berry and plant that there was to know at that path. But there, left to it stood a new path. Never looked at, never seen, it was untouched by the world. Trees lined the path, its branches almost touching the gravel. As I peered into the new path, it made a sharp turn, preventing me to see what was down that road, I was totally oblivious to what