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.
There can be a lot of problems that may happen in the Conodoguinet Creek. One problem is that there might be an excess amount of algae hogging up all the space in the water. This can be caused by fertilizer washing into the creek. It can even come from someone fertilizing their front yard. Also, there can be a high acidity level in the water, which can be unhealthy and hazardous to the fish.
“I’ll get the paddleboard on the rocks,” I called up to Mason. He was already halfway up the stone stairs that led up the hill. I leaped up onto the first stair, and bounded up the hill, jumping two stairs with every stride. I was overjoyed to be in Northern Michigan on Long Lake, the largest of the twenty inland lakes in Long Lake Township. My hockey teammate, Mason, had invited me up to his amazing lake house.
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.
I felt a cold breeze throughout the house like I was in a field out in the wind. I got up and my father was still here he told me to go out and get the garbage. I went and did that my drive way was really long so it took me about a minute to get it to the curb. On my way back I heard a scream like I had never heard before. The sound hit me like a bullet.
Once when I was about five, I was alone in my room coloring in my Hot Wheels coloring book. Then as I was picking up the Yellow Crayon, at the corner of my eye, I see a small little shadow just creep my cabinet in front of me. I quickly got up and ran towards my parent’s room with my coloring book, and I looked behind me and I saw that shadow running after me. As I was running, I stumbled over my own foot and fell.
As I peer through the thick smoke, reminding myself why I chose to come in the first place, I see a half dead man on the floor- begging for water. We don’t have enough food or clothes. There are very few of us left to fight against the redcoats. Even though on some days we are cheerful, we are starving and freezing. I am wondering if I should re-enlist or go back home.
On a cold and blustery November morning, I was walking around the Newberry farm searching for the perfect pumpkin. The farm owner, Mr. Johnson was welcoming and incredibly kind to allow me to wander wherever I wanted to on his farm. While walking, suddenly, I came upon the most perfectly shaped pumpkin. It was big and round and I knew it was Mr. Johnson’s best.
Over the summer about two weeks after school ended, my friends and I were hiking. My friend told us to rest on the rocks on our way to a cave. While we were resting on the rock we had a rattle and dint know what it was until it was near my friends foot. The rattlesnake was near my friends foot and when it rattle we looked around and saw the snake and we ran before it bit any of us. My friend ran so fast down the hill and ran for long time even though we were long gone from the snake.
It was a Friday night. We were thrilled to be out of school, it had been a long week. I was on a short leash with my teachers since me and my pals Barry and John brought stink bombs to school and stunk up the whole cafeteria. At least twenty kids had to go home sick. Needless to say, it was the prank of the year.
The summer of 2017 I went with my uncle to Wisconsin Dells. It was my first time going to Wisconsin Dells. There were so many things to experience at the waterpark from the long lines of people, to the many water slides, to the loudness and the smell of chlorine. We arrived at the waterpark at about ten o’clock. There weren 't very many people there.
I had navigated the truck up the Sauk Mountain road to about the five and half mile mark when the first true glimpse of Sauk’s west face came into view. Dead ahead, the four of us stared through the windshield fixated on the numerous switchbacks carved into the green vegetated hillside that emerged through the damp vaporous atmosphere. Though the summit was hidden by a sea of clouds, the spectacle caught Holly by surprise generating a wake-up-call. “We’re climbing that?” she inquired with a tentative tone.
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.
Later that evening when my parents were putting my younger siblings Anna and Michael to bed I heard a “crash” just outside our house, I sprinted to the window to see what it was and I found that it was the roof to our animal barn! “Mom, Dad come quick!” I Yelled
When I was 5 years old, we lived in a house that my father bought at the local auction, in the middle of nowhere, a tiny no good town called Pueblo, Colorado. My parents owned a small business that often brought lots of strange people to our little town, and over the years, we met some really weird people. One particular person was a very strange man that gave me the creeps as soon as I saw him. He showed up to our house in a black car with super dark tinted windows, wearing all black, with a black hat and dark sunglasses. He was very strange and for some reason he was very interested in our black cat named Snowball.