Have you ever wanted to feel the cold breeze of the rocky mountains stinging your face? I have gained the chance to feel this it was nothing like I had done anything before. I wish I could relive the experience. Even though opportunity like those only come every once and awhile. Our story begins in between the cold and magnificent rocky mountains with a family of five in a small gray minivan.
Really, I think he was just plain crazy." This statement, made by Shaun Callarman, pertains to Chris McCandless’s trek into Alaska that ultimately led to death by starvation. Since the recovery of Chris’s body, there has been much speculation about the prevention of Chris’s death and the possible causes. Despite Callarman’s plea of craziness, there have been both eye-witness accounts showing that Chris was sane and prepared when leaving for the Alaskan wilderness, many natural
Bryce took off his faded green John Deere cap that was wet with perspiration, whisking off the sweat drops from his temples and tousled his short brown hair. His head was spinning–water gave little relief from the thirst and the least he wanted at the moment was that warm flapjack of a sandwich that seemed so delicious a half an hour ago. As Bryce sat on the ground and sipped on a second bottle of water, his plans for a picnic slowly changed into plans for a late afternoon nap. He suddenly felt worn out, as if the heat had completely drained him during this brief bike
Removing my hand from my mouth, I puked the green, chunky slop right onto Kristi’s sparkly, pink heels. Puke dribbled down the side of my chin she then said, “You dim witted imbecile! You are an insensitive, little monster! I just got these shoes from Milan! You will rue the day, Gertrude!” Her blue eyes filled with fury as the smell of puke adulterated the compact stalls.
Have you ever cut off someone’s limb? I nearly did, when I was ten years old. It all happened in a moment, a quick slice, blood all over the dirty snow, tainting the already tainted snow, but into a blot of red rather than a shade of gray. Blood pooling up as the adult present was freaking out, frantically calling the mountain’s emergency line. My sister and I not really realizing the severity of the injury, we sat there as we waited for people to help.
Our situation was briefly about how your men jumped into a river in order to save their fallen items. After being chased by an enormous bear that required eight shots in order to be taken down, your pirogue starts to sink bring all of your important items with you, including your maps, instruments and journals. In our corps group, Kaylee, Lainie, and Rebecca decided that they would jump in the water. They also use the fact that they need their belongings more than anything else on their journey. Everyone, but myself, has come to this decision.
Like Phoenix, Odysseus’s journey is long and he faces many hardships for his family. His journey takes him across the sea, which Welty alludes to by making Phoenix cross over a creek: “Putting her foot out, she mounted the log and shut her eyes. Lifting her skirt, leveling her cane fiercely before her […] she began to march across. Then she opened her eyes and she was safe on the other side” (2). Phoenix fearlessly crosses the log, which can easily break and drop her into the creek, which would surely result in her breaking her hip or back.
One morning at the oases town in walata with the caravan stretching ahead and behind us. Before we ate breakfast we prayed to Allah for the water the oases town gave to us before we set off on our second journey to the town of Taghaza. On this journey we’ll be crossing a waterless desert called the Sahara. Once we set off on our second journey it was as hot as a frying pan. Our soldier started to feel ill so I sat him up on the camel with a wet rag around his head.
Even the parts that most people think would be terrible. Like when we would do ab exercises on the floor and then have to get up and sprint and the wood floor would be slick from the sweat and a couple kids would slip on their own sweat or how the gym would get so hot, so we would all cluster by the doors that led to the outside and stand there trying to bask in the brisk February air. Our captain Ryan would even take snow and stuff it in the collar of his jersey. I didn 't even mind the 45 minute one way rides to practice. Typing that reminds me, I have to go thank my mom or doing that.
Most only go to the canyon to see it from the rim, with few daring to journey within. But my drive for adventure overpowered my fear, and I took my first steps into the canyon. Over the next three nights I explored its heart, journeying the vertical mile of trails to the bottom where the rock meets the Colorado River. Its crimson layers looked even more elegant from within. I dipped my raw feet into the freezing water of the
“They tried to save him, but he didn’t make it.” “Oh,” I whispered solemnly. It was always heartbreaking when a soldier died. “What are you all doing here? Get to your posts!” barked an officer who came outside the tent. Immediately, Peter and I set off to go help rebuild some of the muddy trench wall that had collapsed as a result of erosion from the rain.
On August the 8th 1918 at 4:30 am let it be remembered that the heavens broke. After creeping through marshy ground and laying still since 3:00 the mighty guns of the Fourth Army all roared at once. Men around me lit cigarettes and cheered for the battle was on. That morning it was dreadfully misty and after the smoke from the barrage we couldn’t see more than 5 feet in front of us. We charged relying on our officers for compass bearings and many of us got momentarily lost.
I grimaced at the sight of the occasional wildlife which scuttled past our campsite as my mind filled in explanations for the sounds around me. The sunlight had been devoured by the night resulting in the timer echoing across the hillside and into the valley. Lanterns from all over lit up the hillside rendering the campsites visible. The temperature jumped off a cliff right after sunset which made me regret swimming earlier that day as my wet swim shorts acted as a reminder of the freezing weather. The silhouettes shot up the hill at an exceptional rate which made me ask the question was this group really my cousins?
Since we are traveling in the back of our train, we were last with the Conrad family. The children talked amongst themselves, and all was good until we were about smack in the middle of the river. Ezekiel Conrad, the middle child of the young family, decided to lean over and take a closer look at the murky water. The poor child must not be the brightest, because before you know it, he’s fallen into the Platte river. His father, Sam, had to go in after him Luckily he had some swim experience.