With his hand in mine, we walked through New York's Times Square. We went to Tad's Steakhouse, where you could get a T-bone, a baked potato, a hunk of garlic bread, and a tossed salad for $2.79. We went to my grandmother's house on Saturday afternoons for endless games of gin rummy, Parcheesi, and Chinese checkers. We went for long hikes on Sunday afternoons, through the nearby woods. We hitchhiked together. We played music together -- he on a keyboard, me on a drum kit. We strolled the railroad tracks together in Paterson, New Jersey, laying pennies on the rails and waiting for the train to pass so we could use the flattened coins for guitar picks.
However, the Donner Party also possessed the American trait of expediency, which ultimately caused their party many deaths. Taking the advice of Lansford Hastings, the author of The Emigrants’ Guide to Oregon and California, the Donner Party took the supposed new and faster route that cut under the Great Salt Lake to California. However, even when they were trapped under several feet of Sierra Nevada snows, they didn’t give up; perseverance and optimism prevailed. Soon after many days trapped in makeshift shelters beneath the mountains, the emigrants ran out of food. With their pragmatic minds, they ate every bit of their oxen they could including boiled hides and charred bones. Being practical, they also ate bark, twigs, and leaves. They had to eat something; it was still survival of the fittest.
Industry – According to IBIS World’s Campgrounds & RV Parks Market Research Report, camping is a five billion dollar a year industry with stable growth expected in the next five years especially with the growing retiree population. Then, The American Camper Report indicates that 2.5 million people went camping in 2011 spending a total of 534.9 million days camping (The Outdoor Foundation, 6). However, when looking at the future of camping, fifty-five percent of campers say that the biggest challenge to camping is finding the time to get away (The Outdoor Foundation, 58). Also, the camping industry has a high turnover rate of sixteen percent meaning that current campers are stopping; however, there are more new campers trying it for the first time to still get an increase of over two million campers in 2010-2011 (The Outdoor Foundation, 10).
It had been a decade since I camped last, and I recalled it being a jam packed, smokey, noisy family campground. I had only been camping in the “real woods” once, and that was literally decades ago - four of them. And now, Wendy, who is a self-proclaimed Queen-of-the-wilderness, introduced a weekend in the interior of Algonquin Park as one of our - Canadian Destinations.
Jim and I caught up until late into the night around the fire. It had been 25 years since the last time we saw each other. We raced a few mountain bike races in Germany before heading to Desert Storm where we have plenty of stories for the campfire. It was a great night in deer camp and a big part of many deer camps around the country. I am usually solo at my camps now, but I get so serious once November hits I am in a tree daylight to dark (as long as it is cool enough) and really don’t do a lot of hanging out around the campfire, but the forecast was for HOT! all week so more hanging out
The first looks of the book Flags of our fathers was very interesting as the author,James Bradley, explains himself about the book and family issues. At first I thought the book would be generally about battles that a certain loved one went through or how someone felt true pain and suffering as a war broke out. The book Flags Of Our Fathers was made by James Bradley the son of John Bradley which inspired him. As he continues his life he faced many hardships For example,”the death of his father and his sister being burned to death,”(Bradley 4). As i read the titles book I thought it meant of a revolution because it reminded me like the picture of George
I stepped outside with my umbrella and leaned against the wall; the smell of the rain completely drowned out the smell of cars and oil. I sighed contently. I always loved the sound and smell of rain ever since I was a young child; I found myself beginning to doze off. “Excuse me, Miss?” I was abruptly awoken by the sound of someone's voice; I hadn't even heard anyone approach. I lifted my umbrella slightly to look into the eyes of the person who spoke only to find an extremely attractive man staring down at me. He was a brilliant specimen; from his bright hazel eyes that seemed to glow in the dark; his short black hair that was darker than the night that surrounded us; his tall and slightly muscular physique that made me feel smaller than usual; and his voice which was as smooth as velvet. “Are you okay...
What a beauiful moring full of sunshine and a nice steaming heap of neglect, my quote unquote "best friend" refuses to get up as if I can just relive myself anytime like he can along with rest of his species.It appears he has fianlly awoken from his nice slumber now all I have to do is wait for him to finish doing that weird mouth thing he dose with stick and the spitting, i'm veagly concernd for his metal health sometimes. Me and the great out doors have been reunited once more where I can fianlly end this daily struggle, sometimes I dont' make it ; me and him aren't all that close on those days. Now it's time to see if I can score some breakfast scraps. The afternoon's are always such blurs because he's never here.Well I ended up sleeping the same 6 spots in spand of about 3 hours. I wish I had tighter grip on the concept of time so I could use some sort of
As I opened my eyes, I saw him laying there, still sleeping and exploring his deepest thoughts. The brisk morning air nibbled at my nose as the sun, just rising over the mountains, warmed my body. I leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips to wake him. He opened his eyes slowly and looked over at me with a smile. As he stroked the side of my face with his gentle hand, I felt this chocolate colored skin melt over me. After laying there holding each other in perfect silence, we decided to put our clothes on and go for a morning hike.
Unfortunately, it was a dark and cold rainy day which made it difficult with the rain soaking our clothes and all of our equipment. But aside from that, the rain didn’t seem to bother me or anyone else for that matter. Instead we had a slight appreciation for the rain, as if it was mimicking the melancholy feeling that we felt. It always seemed as if our camping trip couldn’t come soon enough, and then when it finally did arrive it was as if it was gone too soon. As the rain started to pour down we loaded everything in the car as fast as we could and we gathered ourselves inside. We watched out the back window as we drove away from the campground, seeing it dissipate in the distance. On our ride home we all felt a little nostalgic and talked about favorite memories of the trip and what we’d do next year. The drive was about 3 hours away from our house and somewhere along the way I fell asleep on Alicia’s shoulder while listening to Taylor Swift. I remember feeling as if I was still drifting in the soft waves of the water, and the thought of that relaxed me into a peaceful sleep. When I finally arrived at home I rushed into the living room where my parents were waiting on the couch to hear all about the awesome experiences I had on my trip. After that I went into my room to call Alicia, and we stayed on the phone with each other while we marked our calendars together to begin the countdown for our camping trip next