Descriptive Essay: Steamboat

Maybe one day everyone can visit my hometown and see what I fell in love with. The things that I did growing up and I do now. Growing up in Texas is probably one of the best things I have ever experienced in my life. Mainly because that and family is what made me the person I am today. It gave me the life I have because everyone sticks together and is willing to help whoever and whenever they are needed. Growing up in Texas had many great things about it. But having the love and friendships that I did while living there was the best thing I could ever

This is the most inspiring documentary I have ever seen. Kevin Pearce, his family, and his friends are inspiration to us all. I randomly turned it on, on net flex, and was immediately interested, even I don’t know about snowboarding. It was interesting to learn about snowboarding and how dangerous it is.

In Barbra Kingsolver’s essay “Knowing Our Place”, the author writes, “Our greatest and smallest explanation for ourselves grow from place, as surely as carrots grow in the dirt” (page 40). Everyone grows as people even if we only grow from one place. We should all be able to see where we come from and know what our place is. Places are memories to help shape the journey of who you are and where you come from. They are those building blocks that make us who we are. Each building block teaches you something new and comes with a new experience. Kingsolver tells us that we all have places that tell our stories. Places are important because without them I wouldn’t be who I am today, they are what makes me, me. Gold hill is my place, it’s a symbol of everything I have overcome in my life and lets me overlook it.

Puerto Rico, the city where I was born on a February 28. The land that saw me grow up and became the person that I am today. My parents decide to name myself Shakyra Lee, pretty right? I’m 21 years old now, and this is my third year here in the US. Everything that I love my family, friends and even my boyfriend are back there, but I came here for a reason, college. When I was in high school, I always said that my dream was to attend college here in NYC. My mother made everything to make that dream come true, and here we are, all three of us my mom, my little sis and me living in the famous city of New York. Since day one I’ve been trying to accomplish that goal, to have my bachelors degree.

The drive was almost unbearable, but the thought of spending the week in the snow with family kept me going. It was only a four hour drive, but at 9 years old, it felt like an eternity. The scenery slowly changed from flat land, to rolling hills. The hills were covered in yellow dying grass, but they were still beautiful. Then we started to make the climb. Up mountains, through the passes, constantly surrounded by trees or a cliff that gave a wonderful view of the mountain next to us. We were so close to the snow of Lake Tahoe. We had been to Tahoe before, but this was a new cabin for us. We were all excited to see the cabin, but more importantly, looking forward to searching for sledding hills the next day.

There is a trip that not many do because of how many people who do not make it back from the hike. What people hike up is a waterfall is called Yosemite Falls and it is the tallest waterfall in California. So when my family and I go camping there we always talk about how we should try to hike it, but we never actually do because of how scared we are. One year though some of my family members and I decided to go to the top because of how much we have wanted to do it for so long. So what we did was we all went to bed early so we could wake up early. This hike is a long one the trip up and down if you walk fast can be about an eight-hour hike. We did not have that much experience hiking up anything this enormous besides a hike that was three miles

If I were to pick any where to go vacation I would pick to go back to Colorado. I would fly again because it 's faster and it 's a cool view. I would wanna go there because it 's really fun to snowboard there. It is also really pretty in the mountains. But it is also really close to downtown Denver I love the city 's and the mountains it 's a perfect fit. There is a lot to do in the city too like to watch major league sports, dirt bike/four wheel and a lot more. If I do go back to Colorado I would go in the summer or when it was warm because we could do different stuff like maybe watch a baseball game, ride fourwheelers, or a water park. I would also like to live there when i 'm older even though it 's a little expensive. But if I got to stay

Florida, the sunshine state, the polar opposite of Washington. I did not care for Florida itself, I cared more for the people in the small town of Jay. I was twelve years old when I moved to Jay and even though I only lived there for a short time, I had the time of my life. I had joined the marching band and made some great friends. The band was a family and I am so thankful I got the opportunity to be a part of that. I loved hanging out with my friends at practice and football games because they never failed to make me smile. They made me feel important, like I had a great purpose in

You keep walking and then look away as if there is nothing you can do, hoping that someone else will be able to help. It is time to give back and make a difference in the lives of Veterans. Leaving something different can be a scary experience. One of the hardest situations ever occurred to me is not doing what was expected of me. Always afraid to move against the tide, though I decided that was a valuable skill that I should leave.

Like anything else you love. Comparing to places that you love, can be complicated. I spent the better part of my life at Ft. Hood Texas. During that time, five of those years was spent, overseas fighting in the war. The two places I will compare are Iraq and Ft. Hood Texas. I will attempt to give you a synopsis of how they both affected different areas of my life. The first area will be Travel. How I traveled and what it was like. The second area will be living, the standards and how it affected me. And the last area will be the holidays. What and how it was celebrated. If there is one thing I learned through all of this; to be happy, you have to make it you 're own.

On March 20, 1860, the first track was laid in Kansas at Elwood. One railroad company was the Chicago, Kansas and Nebraska Railroad which lasted 6 years. That railroad company laid down almost 1,400 miles of railway lines by 1888. Railroads came into Kansas when the state was expanding very fast, making land valuable. Railroads have made cities and have destroyed cities. Railroads in Kansas started out with a goal for a Transcontinental Railroad. About 45 railroad companies were made between 1860-1870. Many of the railroads was hoping eventually they will become parts of the transcontinental railroad. The aid for land grants for the railroads in Kansas was about 6,400 acres of land for every miles of railroad

A hill of aspens, glowing golden, shines on the right side of the trail while the left side is a pine-covered hill. Between the two is the trail, a magical escape from reality. This is my sanctuary, of Buffalo Peaks wilderness. The trying experience of hiking through the mountains with 40 pounds on your back, the straps of your pack rubbing the skin off your hips and shoulders. The tension building in your muscles as you struggle under the weight. The pain that can only be diluted by a yoga session and a trip to the hot springs. Sun salutations in a lush, meadow valley. Warrior one and reverse warrior in the heat of the sun, relaxing from the miles we traveled just the day before.

The sound of the waves applauding and hugging the shore.The internal sounds of the body out in the world’s biggest swimming pool. The echo of my sister’s laughter. The salty smell so strong that one can taste it dancing on ones taste buds. The ocean looked like an enormous pool of wonder. It was exceptionally blue that day with a slight green undertone. The surface looked as though it was covered with millions of diamonds crashing with the waves and kissing the sand. I remember the sand in between my feet, like standing on a coarse cloud that I could just seep into.The water teasing my toes and running back into hiding. Repeating the cycle getting closer and closer each time until I felt the rush of the current under me and the sand being pulled out from between my toes back into the ocean.

“What a great day for a boat ride,” I thought to myself. It is a cozy warm, shorts and short sleeve shirt day at the time that people are arriving onto the big bulky catamaran. The sky is light blue with some dainty see-through clouds and a slight warm western breeze. I am located on one of the tropical islands of Hawaii, Kauai. The glossy white surface of the boat is blinding because of the reflection from the early evening sun. Teeth showing grins from children, parents, and grandparents appear, looking as if it were Christmas morning. There are three workers onboard the forty-foot boat, which include two guys and a girl appearing to be in their thirties. There is a scraggly, grey bearded old man behind the silver steering wheel on the second

I am going to be taking you to my favorite vacation spot which happens to be 4,403 miles away from where we live. The only way to get to there is by plane, which is the worst part about going to this destination. The plane ride is around 10 hours from Detroit Metropolitan Airport. This state is made up of eight different islands which are surrounded by the North Pacific Ocean. The place I will be talking about is Hawaii.