I will never forget that encounter the intense sun, the endless horizon, the infinite shades of blue that dissolved any boundary between sky and trees. The views were like swimming into a kaleidoscope, deceptively plain "Lake Winaukee" sign on the outside, but a show of colors on the inside, waiting to shock and, mesmerize me. Those colors! Sails on the horizon covered the lake; streaks of sunlight illuminated them, the swaying wildlife creating a dance of rhythm. Beautiful, preserved life synchronizing every movement with the camp sight creating one living entity.
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.
Into the Wild Essay Into the wild is a true story about a guy named Christopher Johnson McCandless who gives his life away and follows his dream of getting away from society and not wanting to socially conform. The book goes through all of his trips he would take around of the United States and some of the people he met along the way. The final trip he took was to Alaska where he went into the “bush” and even though it was only a couple of miles away from society,rivers stood between him and the outside world and that ultimately led to his demise. The author got firsthand takes from the people he met along the way that just makes this story more interesting because every person he met said he was a very good kid and spoke very well. There were many things that people thought happened to him when he was found dead in a bus in the Alaskan bush.
PaddleNorth is a memoir written by Jennifer Kingsley, chronicling her journey down the Back River in the Arctic wilderness. The book explores themes of adventure, resilience, and personal growth, as Kingsley faces numerous challenges and undergoes significant transformation along the way. The central themes of PaddleNorth, include the transformative power of nature and human connection, the importance of environmental sustainability and conservation, and the resilience and adaptability of the human spirit. One of the central themes of PaddleNorth is the transformative power of nature and human connection. Throughout the book, Kingsley describes how her journey down the Back River challenged her physically, mentally, and emotionally.
My family and I were on our way to Mille Lacs Lake, a very great walleye fishery. It was going to be perfect, a small breeze 70 and sunny a perfect day for fishing. Little did we know it was going to be rough. Beep, Beep, Beep, it was seven o'clock AM it was time to get up for fishing.
Back in the summer of 1956, my great grandfather Rodger Poirier and his young family moved from Detroit, Michigan to Toledo, Ohio. Wanting to escape city life and take his kids to a new place, Poirier searched until he found one; a small lake named Bear Lake in Hillsdale, Michigan. Five cottages lined the top of the property, with a vast grassy area expanding to the front alongside the lake. 61 years later, the tradition of Bear Lake lives on in the Poirier family and has expanded to aunts, uncles, and cousins. Growing up, I always looked forward to my week at the lake.
However, despite the painful sand and heat crossing the water was extraordinarily refreshing. After we had hiked about 3 miles we came upon Sweetwater River. Our Stake President gathered all of the families, and began telling the story of how the Saints had come upon Sweetwater River in the dead of winter. He told us how they trekked through the sheets of ice that covered the top of the water. This historical event brought tears into my eyes as I thought of how they encountered so many hardships, and here I was complaining to myself about the heat and long walking distance.
A Montana Fishing Trip As we walked down to the river, the birds were making a whistling noise, and it was quite annoying because the birds were so loud Will and I could barely hear each other. When we were walking down to the river on a rock that was on the path was a famous quote from Muhammad Ali and it was about the river and it said “Rivers, Ponds, Lakes, and Streams - they all have different names, but they all contain water. Just as religions do - they all contain truths.”
After we packed up all our stuff my dad said” Everyone go to bed, so we can wake up fresh in the morning and get the trip started”. So, we all went to bed. I can barely sleep thinking about all the fun were going to have. After about 15 minutes everyone was sound asleep and so was I.
We had to find our through many vegetation filled forests. It took many hours to discover the pathway leading us to the outstanding place, that was Dollywood. The roads were filled with pot holes, causing a stern vibration. This unsettled many of my peer 's stomachs, leading towards an avalanche of kids
From the time I wake up until I am called in for dinner, I am here. Taking breaks only to use the bathroom, eat, or soak in the beauty that is the lake behind my home. Only here, can I forget the never-ending drama that surrounds my home and family, because while I am here I am consumed within in a book, within nature. While spending my summer days sitting on the dock lost within the new young adult novel, I was able to forget the past trauma, the present trauma, and fear of future trauma. No matter the book, I was able to be transported away from reality into an idealized world that would never be achievable for me.
We ate breakfast and went straight to the boat. When our friends told us about the lake they told us that the lake had huge cliffs. My sister and I had been dying to go cliff jumping. As we rode down the 68 mile long lake looking for some cliffs to jump off we enjoyed looking at the beautiful scenery. The water was so clear you could even see your toes when you looked down.
She was excited as I to begin this new hunting experience. Near the Canadian border wildlife was abundant in many different forms and we were hoping to shoot a large black bear. I had only heard stories of bountiful black bear hunts and I was finally able to experience one of my own and make an everlasting memory. Arriving to the cabin hours later, it was nearing mid afternoon. We had planned to go bait and scout the woods before dark.
After we got in the vehicle we drove for around thirty minutes, and I sat watching the scenery go by. The green trees seemed to fly by at the speed of light as I looked out my window. As the time past, I made another mistake and started daydreaming about all these amazing possibilities that could happen on our canoe trip. Finally, we got to the canoe rental place. My parents went to the registration desk to rent the canoes.