One day while biking in the woods, a mysterious figure appeared out of the undergrowth. As I zipped past, I noticed that it appeared to be searching for something. Puzzled, I turned around. At a closer observation, he was a short, thin man with a smooth walking stick. Around his neck he appeared to have some kind of remote control device. After I asked him what he was doing, he kindly responded by explaining that he was a geocacher, someone who uses a GPS to find hidden treasures. At first, I didn’t quite understand him; what kind of hidden treasures were there in the woods? Pinecones? The man noticed my confusion and explained that his GPS directs him to a hidden container, and he was looking for one in the area. We walked for about a quarter mile toward an ancient bridge. “Zero,” he said, meaning that the GPS he had been using read that the …show more content…
With that in mind, I approached the director of my town’s Parks and Recreation department and pitched the idea of setting up a series of geocaches in his parks. In the first of many meetings, I explained to him the basics of geocaching, and how it could promote the reputation of the township. Without any deliberation, he supported my proposal and asked me to scout potential geocaching locations. So, I created a list of materials and developed a budget for the geocaches I intended on creating. After he bought the materials, I built the geocaches and placed them in the parks. While searching for interesting spots to hide geocaches, I came across an interesting spot: the house of revolutionary war colonel John Wetherill. When scouting the colonial house, for a spot to hide the geocache, I found an ancient, decaying, red barn hidden by the house. I immediately knew to place a geocache there because I wanted to attract people to this not well known historic site and to show people the hidden history of South
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Lewiston, Idaho, once an important port for miners traveling in search of gold, is now a town of about 30,000 people. Few of the people who live in the Lewis-Clark Valley speak of its over one hundred year history. However, there are still parts of the community where one can explore and see the age of the town. Downtown Lewiston is one of a few areas where people can go exploring. They wander the streets, admiring the buildings that stand proudly above them. One building in particular ties a unique history into the downtown area. Morgan’s Alley stands at the corner of Main Street and D Street, overlooking the cars and people passing by. On the outside, it looks like an ordinary, older building. On the inside, it holds secrets of the past and possibly a ghost.
One of the most important elements in Richard Wright’s The Man Who Lived Underground is Wright’s careful use of sensory descriptions, imagery, and light to depict Fred Daniels’ experiences both above and below ground. Wright’s uses these depictions of Fred Daniels underground world to create incomplete pictures of the experiences he has and of the people he encounters. These half-images fuel the idea that The Man Who Lived Underground is a dark and twisted allusion to Plato’s Allegory of the Cave.
War memorials consist of civic memorials, war cemeteries, larger national monuments, private memorials and a variety of practical designs such as parks, dedicated to remembering those involved in a conflict. Sometimes these memorials work, but other times they do not. Simply put, Camp Logan does not memorialize World War I or the fallen troops. Aside from a historical marker located on the edge of the massive Memorial Park, there are few physical remains of the camp hidden by the wooded landscape and most visitors do not know of the camp’s existence in the first place. Also, the camp played a role in some of the darkest moments in Houston history that most would rather leave forgotten. These things, especially when combined, further take away the little bit of presence that Camp Logan has in public remembrance.
...scovered many types of treasures that day. The day read like a story from the book The Joy of Geocaching that I had started to read the night before. I must agree with the author’s statement that “Geocaching is a healthy and inexpensive way to get the whole family outdoors, energized, and pulling together for a common goal.(Gillen 9)” Judging from the good time our family had it will be something we continue to do in the future.
I recently visited the American History museum and came upon the most interesting artifact in the Lighting a Revolution section within the Transportation and Technology wing of the museum. This artifact is an advertisement from Charleston, South Carolina in 1769 about the selling of “a choice cargo” of two hundred and fifty slaves.
Another fabulous historical attraction is the Longwood Plantation in Natchez. Featuring Greek Revival architecture, this plantation home lets visitors get a look at how Mississippi's upper classes lived during the late 1700s and into the 1800s. Built with an octagonal design, this home is said by many to be one of the most impressive historic houses in the world. Surviving intact since 1861, this home truly is one of Mississippi's finest historical treasures.
For years the burial ground was a forgotten part of American history until it was rediscovered in 1991. The site was then designated as historical landmark and later a national
Walker Percy in his essay tells us that the experience of humans nowadays are very insignificant because of biased awareness. Percy thinks that humans lack the true experience while doing or going somewhere just because of the “beaten track”. A person can truly experience wonderful things just if they get off the beaten track. Percy writes, “It may be recovered by leaving the beaten track.” (Percy 299) Every time Percy is trying to tell this he proves it by giving various examples. His one example was how a tourist goes to see the Grand Canyon and has already a lot of preconceived expectations to that place. But when he reaches there he feels let down because all he assumed was wrong and just a fantasy. (298) Percy writes, “This dialectic of sightseeing cannot be taken into account by planners, for the object of the dialectic is nothing other than the subversion of the effort of the planners.” (Percy 300) the sightseer can only recover from all this by leaving the beaten track. (299)
In 1799 young Conrad Reed, a 12 year old boy, found a big shiny rock in Little Meadow Creek on the family farm in Cabarrus county North Carolina. Conrad lugged it home but the Reed family had no idea what it was and used it as a clunky door stop. Thinking that it must be some kind of metal, John Reed, Conrad’s father, took it to Concord North Carolina to have a silver smith look at it. The silver smith was unable to identify it as gold. John Reed hauled it back home. Three years later in 1802 he took the rock to Fayetteville North Carolina where a jeweler recognized it for what it was right away. The jeweler asked him if could smelt it down to a bar for him, John agreed. When John returned to the jeweler had a gold brick measuring six to eight inches long. It’s hard to believe but John Reed had no idea of the metals worth. The jeweler asked him what he wanted for it and John thought that a week’s wages would be fair so he sold it to the jeweler for $3.50. It is rumored that John purchased a calico dress for his wife and some coffee beans with his wi...
“I think it wiser not to keep open the sores of war but to follow the examples of those nations who endeavored to obliterate the marks of civil strife, to commit to oblivion the feelings engendered” written by Robert E. Lee in 1866. Monuments celebrate origins. They demonstrate a community’s symbolic honoring of events and people for qualities it finds indispensable to its identity. But the ones in Virginia do not. They represent a various amount of These confederate monuments ought to be placed in a more private area for individuals who want to view them can. Likewise, these monuments influence individuals to feel awkward in their consistently lives. A few people differ and feel that these remembered monuments not be brought down, and should stay up.
Nicky’s father took his son out with the intention of having him look for a pumpkin and bringing it back home. Not at all did he suspect to encounter anything more but indeed he did. Nicky and his father went looking for a pumpkin at as place that he describes as “a piece of land so devoid of life and interest that from January to October, I’m certain, no one sees it at all”.
The man thought that it would be best just to run from the figure and get out of the forest as soon as possible, but the more the man ran the more he saw the figure, it was as if there were many of them wherever he looked, the man started to slow down to pull out his camera and flashlight, just to record if anything bad happened and anybody need to find him.
Being invited to a friend’s house the other day, I began to get excited about the journey through the woods to their cabin. The cabin, nestled back in the woods overlooking a pond, is something that you would dream about. There is a winding trail that takes you back in the woods were their cabin sits. The cabin sits on top of a mountain raised up above everything, as if it was sitting on the clouds.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.