The Annual Camping Trip Many of my childhood memories are vague in my mind, but there is one that I will always remember, as well as always hold a special place in my heart. Every year my family would go camping up in the mountains for about three days. This one time stood out to me, and that was the summer of 2008, for I was old enough to appreciate the joys of camping, yet not too old to not feel the exhilaration of it. I was eight years old and ready for a good time with my brother, cousins, my parents and even our beloved dog Summer. We were camped in a secluded area near a lake, with no other campers to be seen. Every year we would camp in a different area then we did before. I was in love with the smell of camping, along with the …show more content…
This included a canoe, fishing poles, and even four-wheelers to drive around. The first day consisted of us getting our camper set up and all the four-wheelers off the trailer. When we finally had some free time to relax, we all sat around a fire and ate some s'mores. Much of my relatives are talented singers and guitar players, therefore our campfires also consist of the whole family singing along to classic rock songs. That night I did not get much sleep, for I was up late watching Spirit and Bambi on our little box TV in the camper. Along with that, I woke up way too early to watch the sunset and go canoeing with my mom. I always thought morning time in the mountains was the most beautiful time of all. The air was crisp, and you could hear all the different birds chirp that I usually don't hear back home. For breakfast that morning we fried up some bacon, eggs and brewed some coffee. There is nothing I loved more than having bacon and coffee to start my day off. While the parents cleaned up, us kids went down to the lake looking for crawdads underneath rocks. I was always afraid that the crawdads would pinch me, but that didn't stop me from trying to catch them. My brother and dad were always the best at catching the crawdads and when we caught enough, we would cook them up and eat them. That I wasn't too fond about either. That same day my cousin thought it'd be funny to allow a crawdad to pinch his ear, it ended up just being funny for us because that crawdad would not come off and he would not stop crying. The rest of day we went on four-wheeler rides through the mountains. That may have been my favorite thing to do, I was able to see new things and smell new, fresh scents. I went through completely forested areas, to wide open grassy slopes, and even rocky parts that are hard to maneuver. One these drives I saw all sorts of animals
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
No electricity, water, sewer, permanent address and certainty. These are what the people in tent cities live through every day. In the article “Camping for Their Lives”, author Scott Bransford chronicled the stories of people who reside in tent cities, a makeshift housing for informal settlers. He also documented their struggles, the different circumstances of the informal settlers and the origins of tent cities. The author was effective in raising awareness on the issues surrounding tent cities were growth rate seems to be proportionate on the amount of indigent residents. He was able to communicate the story without prejudice by citing stories of residents from Taco Flat, and adding excerpts from interviews with experts on the matter.
My family and I were all headed down to a Mt Shasta campsite. We always went there in the summer with a close family friend.
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.
One of the best family trips that I have been on occurred when I was about 8 years old. My family and I were invited to go on a 4th of July camping trip to Telluride by some family friends that have 5 kids the same ages as our kids. Several other good friends were also invited to join us. We prepared our camping gear, loaded up the car and hooked up our trailer with our Polaris Ranger. The long drive to Telluride was 7 hours and it felt like it took forever because we were so excited to arrive. Even though the drive up their wasn’t fun at all, the reward was great.
Every single summer, the last two weeks of August; my family and I would go camping at Killbear Provincial Park. First time I went, I was 10 month old. I couldn’t talk yet and was just learning to crawl, but that didn’t stop my family from ending the tradition. I pretty much grew up there, all my favorite nature experiences are from camping there.
One day in Tennessee, I came to the rescue of my brother. We finally got to our cabin after eight hours of driving plus stops. Tennessee is really nice because there are mountains and lots of green trees. The waterfalls are beautiful, too. My family’s cabin had two rooms and three beds. It also had a hot tub on the deck and a great view. On the third day my dad, brother, dog, and I went on a walk on a path by rocky walls. On the way we saw a wooden wagon that was old. My brother and I got in it for my dad to take a picture. Suddenly, my brother got stung by a bee! It hurt his arm, which felt like a needle poking you in the arm. I walked him back up to our cabin where he could get the first aid-kit. I handed him medicine and a band aid, then
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.
stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep
It was in July, and we wanted to go camping. I asked my dad if we could go up to our family's cabin in Elk Springs, which is near Montrose. He agreed, so Chase, Tyler and I, all sixteen years old, packed our stuff and were ready to go camping. With excitement, we jumped into Chase's truck, and took off to the woods.
I awoke to the sun piercing through the screen of my tent while stretching my arms out wide to nudge my friend Alicia to wake up. “Finally!” I said to Alicia, the countdown is over. As I unzip the screen door and we climb out of our tent, I’m embraced with the aroma of campfire burritos that Alicia’s mom Nancy was preparing for us on her humungous skillet. While we wait for our breakfast to be finished, me and Alicia, as we do every morning, head to the front convenient store for our morning french vanilla cappuccino. On our walk back to the campsite we always take a short stroll along the lake shore to admire the incandescent sun as it shines over the gleaming dark blue water. This has become a tradition that we do every
Going on a road trip with my family means the world to me. We drove to another state during summer vacation, and it was by far the best road trip I have ever been on. My family and I were able to go to many fun places. We ate so many exotic and delicious foods as well. Yet most importantly, I spent time with my family and their friends. It was the day when my family and I went to California for our summer vacation.
One of the most enjoyable things in life are road trips, particularly to the Colorado mountains. Getting to spend time with your family and friends, while being in a beautiful place, is irreplaceable. The fifteen-hour road trip may feel never-ending, but gazing at the mountains from afar makes life’s problems seem a little smaller and causes worries to become a thing of the past. Coming in contact with nature, untouched, is a surreal experience. My family trip to the Colorado mountains last summer was inspiring.
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.
The distinct clicking of the American Flag as it is placed in its stands starts the chorus of young voices pledging their promise,“On my honor, I will do my best to do my duty to God and my country and to obey the Scout Law; to help other people at all times; to keep myself physically strong, mentally awake and morally straight”. These words come with a special power that guided and supported me in the toughest and in the best of times.The journey of a scout is one of commitment, good ethics and exemplary citizenship as one grows to become a trustworthy leader and a person of strong character. Not without any difficulties and roadblocks along the way, I am privileged, honored and proud to have taken the journey and ultimately reached my Eagle