Have you ever been forced to do something with your friend that you KNOW is gonna be bad? That’s how it was for me on my camping trip with my uncle and his friends and my friend Zeek. We have been planning this trip for quite some time and this time we brought buggies so we could ride in the dunes now I have practice driven these and they’re pretty fast I don’t remember exactly how fast but the vehicle had good power. Add that with a risk taker friend and you go at dangerous and scary levels of speed though I was very cautious so maybe I was just being scared at the same time.
Even so, I still didn´t want to ride with him as I was really tired and lazy but my uncle insisted and I had to go. We started out driving past all the campsites to
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We saw a little hill and Zeek with that look in his eye said ¨Watch this!¨ and we zoomed over the hill and hit the ground a bit rough. I got a little bit mad and scorned him as he could have hit the engine and damaged it. But he didn't care and I shook it off cause I did not want to fight. After like a couple of mins of zooming on a road we approached a little stunt area with little hill ramps and circling points (I don't know the lingo for it so don't judge …show more content…
But at that exact moment I saw that rock around the ring I KNEW we were completely doomed. As soon as we were in the air I felt time stop just for a second for my mind at the time to cope what was happening. I saw the ground below me and I thought the ground was moving down but then it was me flying in the air. As soon as I try to open my mouth BAM! We slam onto the ground and dangling from the top of the car. “Ugh… Mike you okay” Zeek says with some pain in his sentence. “I’m fine… Hold on” I say with the same amount of pain. My whole body was aching from my sides to now my head from the blood rush going in my head but I wasted no time. I managed to unbuckle myself and help Zeek unbuckle himself I fell down but he didn’t because I helped him so now my arm hurts. Even so, I jumped out of the vehicle and began sprinting for help back to camp I had a major adrenaline rush from the crash and I didn’t want to stay there long so I ran and ran without stopping which surprised me since I wasn’t the healthiest type of person who would run this
We sat there for a few more minutes then I got up and yelled for everyone to get ready to start moving again. I donned my pack and tightened the straps, and after making sure everyone else was ready, started off down the winding trail to the night’s campsite.
It was a very quiet morning and everything was very settled on May 5th, 1864 in the state Virginia, until a high powered Battle broke loose on a very open and vulnerable terrain that stretched 70 miles wide and 30 miles long. The battle ended just 2 days later on May 7th. By the end, over 3,700 soldiers lost their lives, of what was left over 4,000 were missing or captured. The 162,000 involved lives were changed for a battle that was found inclusive. What was this pointless battle called? Its known as “The Battle of the Wilderness”. This battle was between the Potomac, IX corps (Yankees) and the Army of Northern Virginia (confederates) .The Yankees were lead by Ulysses S.Grant and George G. Meade and the confederates were controlled by Robert E. Lee.
When I was a Camp counselor at Camp Mendocino, the most important part of my job was to make sure my campers were safe, comfortable, and were enjoying their camp experience. My responsibilities were facilitating and helping organize activities for the campers. I also gained valuable experience with conflict mediation, and problem solving. I was trained to know what to do in emergency situations, and social situations such as bullying. One of the most important lessons I learned from the experience is when to be a friend, and when to be professional. I believe this experience relates to the resident assistant role because it does consist of similar responsibilities. Both jobs require the individual to provide comfort and supervision. Not only do the two resemble similar rules, that one must enforce and abide by, to be an RA or camp counselor you must be able to put yourself in your supervisees’ shoes. As a second year student I definitely have had my fair share of stress and hard times from the transition from high school to independence. Just like a camp counselor I would be able to give comfort to homesick students and tell them things do get easier. I also have experience with running events and activities that are both safe and fun, and I can stay calm and act fast in an urgent situation.
Imagine the biggest deer of our life walking in front of us. The thing is so big that at first glance you didn’t even think it was a deer. That is what the Zellmer deer camp is all about. The deer camp was started seven and a half decades ago by my grandfather’s grandfather.
When thought of camping is referenced the idea of families going hiking through the woods having a blast telling stories by the fire comes to mind. Camping is viewed to the public as recreational event families and friends take part in to get away from society for a short period of time. Scott Bransford author of “Camping for Their Lives” sees camping in a completely different manner. Homeless are colonizing in areas around or outside cities; the government refers to these areas as “tent cities” rather than the slums, in which they resemble. Scott Bransford stresses the addictions, living situations, job market, and the role government assist has little to no help towards rehabilitating and getting the homeless off the streets. His article
I already told all of my friends I could!” I asked. He just stared at me and said “It is very dangerous going alone and I don’t want you to get hurt”. End of discussion” and that was it. I flew up to my room and slammed the door because I was so angry and I started thinking to myself that it was so unfair.
I'm Jeffery the oxe and I recently completed the Oregon trail. In the beginning we started in Saint Louis, Missouri. We were waiting on the field for my food to grow, then I would be free fed.
I can still remember the first time my Granpa looked over at me in the truck and said, “You wanna try driving through the pasture, I can scoot the seat up for you and I’ll be right here”. For me at the age of 12, or so I could not picture myself driving. The property was privately owned and not much harm could be done. It was an old overgrown apple orchard; the trees had began to make a tunnel, grass in some places was taller then I. The fence that gripped the cows in was a mile heigh and rusty. The path that I was offered to drive through seemed to be long. This path was narrow with bushes lingering out from all the corners. With this kind of offer of course I
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"Hey, be careful and don't do anything stupid," my dad said to me right before I hopped into Chase Miller's dark blue Chevy S-10 with a camper shell on the back. I looked at Chase and Tyler Becker and said, "Let's go camping." As Chase pushed down the gas pedal, a big cloud of black smoke shot out of the back of the truck and the smell of burning motor oil filled the cab.
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I was so ecstatic to go on this field trip and so was everyone else. Of course I knew why, everyone loves field trips. Everyone that had seen the one man show reported that it was impeccable performance. Furthermore, I was adrenalized because I didn’t have to do any work. Before the show, all I thought was that it would be a normal bus ride. One that would be loud, but everyone minded their own business.