A few weeks ago, I hit the surface of a lake while going forty miles per hour. It all started when we made the one and a half hour trip up to Bartlett lake. When we arrived, we promptly proceeded to unload everything from the small trailer. The trailer felt like it was two hundred feet long because unloading took forever. We then searched for flashlights and lanterns so we could see in the dark. While we were searching, one of the other scouts said “Hey, I think I found a flashlight”. When he held it up, I shined my flashlight on it and said “That’s only a rock!” We all laughed. A couple of other guys eventually found flashlights. Later, we found the two lanterns. We took one of the lanterns out of the case, put a wick in the lantern …show more content…
Once we were all on the boat they told us we would first be tubing then slalom skiing. The owners of the boat told us that two people would go on the tube at a time. I was in the second group to go on the tube. When I first got on the tube, I thought “this is going to be great!” We stayed on the tube for about eleven minutes and were going about 40 miles per hour. One second, I was proudly handing on to the tube, the next, I was watching the raft zoom away. When I eventually wiped out, I felt like I had jumped out of a moving bus. When I finally surfaced, I watched the tube fly through the air. After a couple more groups went, our turn came up again. The second time I did not do as well as the first. After about seven minutes, I wiped out, which again, felt like jumping off a bus. I decided that it was awesome and I would definitely try again. After we did this a couple more times they took us back to our camp site. One of our leaders said we could go out and do slalom skiing while he and one other kid packed up the camp site. I rode in the boat and watched because my legs and arms were exhausted. After that we came back to the camp site and started to help the leaders pack
Grace and I were breathing in her sweater and rolled all the windows down and the top roof window. Anyway…. We got the gas, life vest, the cooler, and most important thing of all the ………... FOOD. When we got everything from the car to take to the boat there was a surprise for us.
We went up the hill for a couple of more runs, and just like you already know we got on the chairlift and put on our bindings once we got off. We went all the way to the right side of the hill and carved down the soft snow. While I was going down, my board hit a small ice ball and my board caught an edge and I landed hard on my butt.
Driving along Lake Place seems like any other classic neighborhood street unless you are searching for the Purcell-Cutts house. I almost drove right past it at it is set back quite aways from the street. The house makes a statement but a subtle one, as it hides itself a bit behind the neighbors and almost has its own constructed ceiling plane with the long horizontal roofs. The first thing anyone would notice about the house is the tall slender, vertical windows that seems to span what looks like the whole front of the house. The windows are stained glass and contain the most intricate of designs.
The first run wasn 't very rough since it was everyone didn 't know everything that they could do. By the second trip down the hill everyone started going as fast as possible for a more fun experience, but when the people in front of us began to stop on their brakes and go as slow as possible things started to get out of hand. The third trip down the hill ended in a visit to the emergency room, starting with me going down first then trying to stop i hit the unknown girl in front of me. Next my idiotic brother slammed in
Indeed, I felt a sense of triumph reaching the place where I never thought I could with fatigue and stress of knowing that I have to get back over the same rough trail. My legs were severely sore and my lungs were congested but today when I look back on it as an epic expedition, a wide grin appears on my face and I believe it will continue to do so over the rest of my life.
Just when we got up close to the front my heart started beating a mile a minute. I was scared, I wanted to go back and not do this. Though I knew waiting 2 ½ hours couldn’t be for nothing so I rode the coaster. It was extremely fun and fast. I loved
Cody and I were excited for the rope swings. We got to the river and checked in and got our tubes. We got on the bus and went to the river. We went to the doc and started down the river. After a little bit I saw the first rope
The car went down faster than light My body flopping everywhere, but somehow I wasn 't scared I enjoyed it. As soon as I stepped off I wanted to go again. As a result I didn 't let fear take over and I rode it again. I rode every ride there is and I had the best time of my life.
It wasn’t as bumpy as the American Eagle, so it wasn’t as scary, but it was much faster than the Eagle. I almost passed out but stayed awake luckily. Then this is when we went on the
One thing I can say is that the training paid off, I had a few close calls, but I got to the championship. From there was a nightmare, after only an hour every fiber of my being called out to stop, but I kept on going. To win I had to pull off a crazy maneuver I knew I couldn’t do it, but I had to try. The thrill was fantastic, but I could feel the snow like it was penetrating my skull. I managed to land it, and win.
Last summer I went camping Silver Lake. I went with my brother,sister,dad and,mom. It took 4 hours to get there. It 's up north by Lake Michigan. We unpacked when we got there.
The first thing we did in the beginners group was learning the basics, which was boring. Next, they let us off on our own,so I decided to go on the bunny hill. When I saw the bunny hill at first I was a little nervous, but I still wanted to do it. I got on the ski lift with butterflies in my stomach watching the people below me go as fast as the speed of light.
When we got back into camp we were debriefed and assigned to the part of the camp where the crews that had finished slept. The last night at the camp was a good one, we headed into the small town 15 minutes away from the camp and I ordered a huge pizza and stuffed my face. Once we got back to the camp there was a closing ceremony that involved a lot of indian and scouting hokus pokus that I didn't care for, all I could think about was how I was going to be headed home in less than 12 hours. After about 2 hours of speeches and stories it was finally time for bed, and for once in my life I was ready to get up early and start the
We went back out to the slopes, and started off with some longer black diamond run, for fun. The cold mountain wind, and the sound of the board hitting the snow, all felt so good. It wasn't too long till we all went back onto the terrain park, we all took turns showing of trick to each other, all trying to one up one another. We would all hit 360’s, spread eagles, and some classic’s. I was at the top of the run and Nate called up to me “hit a 540”.
You did it!” Yes, I thought, we did it! The senior camp director congratulated Eton and me. Our legs were wobbly as we stood on the dock, and he lifted our hands heavenward to victory. The whole event had taken just twenty-eight minutes and thirty-seven seconds.