After leaving Rock Creek, we had to follow the Platte River and travel the rest of the way to Fort Kearney. I felt a cold gust of wind coming from the North and little droplets of water slowly fell down. The wagon had no damage until the rain fell harder and harder. Our only wagon cover was soaking wet and water was dripping down into the wagon ruining all of our belongings. A very strong wind blew towards our direction and slightly tilted all of our wagons. The rain fell harder and harder. I heard the sound of rocks hitting glass and instantly knew that it was hail. The oxen were getting hit so we covered them with large saddles. The storm slowly started to calm. There were cracks in the wagon from the wood getting too wet but Marvin
There were big, Watery Droplets with strikes of lightning hitting the side of my John boat in the Everglades. Our 12 Gauge shotgun was locked and loaded getting ready for Big Mama. Meat hung from the trees, shotgun shells on the floor. We were in our raincoats trying to stay safe and dry from the rain and lighting. We see little gators swimming around ,but we came out here for the one, the only, Big Mama.
In the town of Johnstown they had steal industries that were booming, and it gave steady paychecks to the workers who worked really hard and long shifts of 12 hours long 6 days a week. Since the town was in a valley with hills surrounding it, it didn't have much of a chance if a flood ever occurred. But the people of Johnstown had no idea of the risk they were at. There was a man made lake that was held by a dam that was made of earth but it was so poorly built that it sagged in the middle and leaked, and it was not easy to release water if it ever became too full. In late May of 1889 came clouds of rain as it rained it filled up the reservoir.
As they set out dark clouds covered the moonlight making their escape easier. A storm came and suddenly, halfway to the shore, the boat was turned over causing the occupants
In the mid 1930’s a young child was watching the “black blizzard” rolling in over the plains. The child was very aware and scared. The child shouted “ma, dad take cover!” and the child parents rushed to get the wet cloths to put on their faces during the storm and they huddle in the middle of the room to take cover.
(pause) there are up and downs at every which turn like traversing the American countryside in the early 1800’s. Some times we fell into a hole but with support from the rest of us we were able to get out and be stronger from it. This reminds me a lot of the time when I was on the 7th grade camping trip. I know this event is basically beaten to death at this point and we would of heard it at least 100 times if everyone presented but I have a unique take on it that I believe will kind of tie into my Lewis and Clark metaphor well (wonder why I chose it). It was the first day of things and we were on some side of the road
The “official story” of the Joplin, Missouri tornado of May 22, 2011 is a composite of assertions from public officials and media outlets, collected data from relief agencies, and recalled details of the citizenry. This story developed from the ongoing, dialogical process of storytelling, combining details from many sources and distilling the information into themes shared in the majority of tales, while stripping most individual stories from the overall account. It is the story of a city; individuals are only named as they become symbols of the collective narration. For approximately 38 minutes, beginning at 5:34 pm and ending 6:12 pm on May 22, 2011, Joplin, Missouri endured the brutality of a multi-vortex, EF-5 tornado.
A Week From 1944 It was Monday, May 29th 1944. The brisk winds chilled the air, and I could see my breath as we ran through the mud. My standard issue black boots failed to repel the moisture seeping through to my socks. It had been raining for days, off and on, not too heavily, but a constant soft mist regardless, and it saturated the ground like a gentle flood.
How 100,000,000 Acres Was Made Unlivable It was a clear sunny day on the far. I watched as my kids played soccer in the field. I felt a gentle breeze, I was horrified. I turn around to see a huge wall of dust in the horizon.
Have you ever wondered how Arkansas got its title “The Natural State?” Most people believe it 's because of Arkansas 's rugged landscape or its flowing rivers. The last thing people think of is diamonds. Most people think of diamonds as a mystical object or something that 's barely ever seen, but we are blessed in Arkansas to have an abundance of them, along with natural beauty.
We arrive at the Willamette River. The boats in the water and we have a difficult time trying to start it you can smell the very strong fumes from the exhaust of the boat as it's trying to start .We get the boat started and off we go for a little ride, it was time to go wakeboarding so I strapped on my boots and jumped in the water. The water was a little choppy so it would be difficult to ride it was around 11 am and the water was still a little cold and made me shiver. I was waiting in the water for a few minutes while they were getting the wake rope attached to the boat.
He writes about the beauty of Appalachia but also points out the risks of lightning and sudden thunderstorms. Bill describes a perilous situation when he and Katz get caught in a thunderstorm on top of a mountain. He writes: “The lightning was so close now that I could feel my fillings buzzing in my teeth. I could smell the ozone” (Bryson 104). The images create a vivid picture of their danger and emphasize the importance of being prepared and aware of the potential hazards of extreme weather and environment.
The Cullowhee Creek is a small source of water that runs through Western Carolina University. The creek begins further up the mountain, then runs into the Tuckasegee River, which then flows into the Tennessee river, then the Mississippi, and finally, into the Gulf of Mexico. In this activity, we monitored the creek to determine its health. In the Riparian Inventory activity, we rated various aspects of the creek.
In paragraph 15 the author states “In the middle of the night, I woke up to the sound of thunder and the feel of rain blowing in through the open window.” This shows us as readers that they were frightened by what was to come of the storm. As
An hour and a half had passed, and now the boat was swaying harder and harder from side to side. The black thunderous black clouds that had originally been seen on the horizon to the west had finally made its presence to the boat. The eyes on everyone started looking like they were in a drunk daze, because of the momentus rock. It only took a few minutes from the nice wave-pool type waves to transfer into what was now fifteen-foot waves and a downpour of large heavy stinging raindrops. Turmoil and regret as to why the captain had let us out entered my mind, even though I had
The Storm Lightning crashes overhead as I race back into the house, dripping wet. I was just returning back from an adventure in the woods. The storm was unexpected, even the forecasters had never expected it. Luckily, I managed to make it back inside safely.