A planned multi-million-dollar offshore aquarium off of Granite Island is being fast tracked with hopes of reviving the tourism region at Victor Harbor (ABC, 2015). While it is early days in the proposal, there is an air of confidence that the plan will precede if the community accepts the idea (Simmons, 2015). What impact will the proposed underwater observatory have on Victor Harbor? To assist with the research Simone from the Port Lincoln Swim with the Tuna observatory was contacted as well as Oceanic Victor and an interview was held with Ian Milne, the marine biology teacher at Victor Harbor High School. Research was also conducted at Granite Island.
“Wade in the water. Wade in the water, children. Wade in the water. God’s going to trouble the water,” the slaves sang as they did their daily work. Link
“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.
As he dove in quadrant seventeen, he felt the familiar embrace of the ocean, holding his body in a cold grip that he’d grown to cherish— down, down, down to the bottom of the North Pacific Ocean. Maury, Thomas, and Arthur were all around him. Their equipment was there, ready for the day, just as they’d left it the day
At first, I followed the edge of our property line until I came to a little trail in the weeds that looked like it been made by a deer or another good-sized animal. It descended gently down the escarpment at first, but then I had to quicken my step as it became a little steeper, eventually taking me right down to the Genesee River. The river itself wasn’t as wide and as deep as I thought it would have been, and in spots it looked like you could cross without needing the aid of a bridge, the water perhaps coming up as high as my waist. But that was most likely because it was August and the heat wave we’d been experiencing had the area gripped in a drought. I had followed the river’s rocky shoreline for a little ways while listening
From my cultural understanding of Lake Okeechobee, my imagination had conjured up swampy, reedy, you better have a fan boat, alligator infested waters. Cruising along the canal on the east side of the lake, there was very little swamp and plenty of wide-open land. Not at all what I expected for the interior of Florida. I wondered if maybe this was because it was a canal, instead of a natural river, and once we got out to the lake and river on the other side it would look more like I anticipated. I suspected it’s
Since the dawn of man, human beings have been obsessed with the ocean. There’s something about the literal sea of mystery, that incredibly vast unknown that fascinates us and appeals to our inquisitive nature and insatiable lust for knowledge. For millennia, mankind has sailed the seas in search of treasure, monsters, and adventure (although the first two haven’t always been found, the third is almost always obtained). Despite the fact our nautical technology is the best that it has ever been, the human race has explored less than five percent of the ocean and it is unlikely that we will scrape double digits any time soon. While we may be able to navigate our way across the ocean’s surface, much of what lies beneath our boats and cruise ships
One night, during the cold winter, I walked along the side walk to reach the local store down the block. As I walked out, before I can realize it, I was dropping down onto the concrete while bullets swiftly passed me. I then began to run back home, but I wanted to keep running. Away from Chicago, away from the west side. Growing up in Chicago, it was easy to assume that there was nothing different beyond the blocks of my streets.
We all grow up with different surroundings, people, and cultures. I was born in Hood River and lived here for three years, then I moved to White Salmon across the river. My life in White Salmon was simple, I had two hard working parents and went to Preschool. I would play outside with friends, like a normal child should. I became older and began to attend Elementary school, I would work hard, do my homework, and occasionally read with my father.
Lake Cumberland is a best-loved place to go for vacation mostly because of all the memories created there, but my favorite trip there was when we went camping this past summer. Since summer was ending and there was a three day weekend, my family decided to camp at the lake. Friday after school my mom, dad, sister and I drove down to Kentucky with the boat and stayed at a hotel, so the next day it would only take about an hour and a half to get to the dock. That hour and a half is a lot better than six hours from our house! Once we got down to the dock, we payed and took everything out of the truck and put it in the boat, then everyone but my dad had to get in the boat and my dad backed it down the ramp.
Have you ever looked at suburban real estate and said, “That’s not for me?” How about mansions or lake houses or townhomes? If you have, there’s a fantastic alternative! Get ready to live completely disconnected from the outside world and blow tons of smoke rings in your own hobbit hole, built by master architects Baggins and Sons. Located in an undisclosed location, this comfy, cozy house will be your family’s favorite spot to relax, breathe in the fresh air, farm, and write autobiographies about your crazy and heroic adventure stories.
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.
There are many connections between this book and my life. From the people I have lost unexpectedly, just as Miles and Chip lost Alaska, to the characters and the way they act in the book, there are many relatable accounts. I have lost many people in my life. Whether it be due to our move from New York, loss of friends, or death in my family, people have come and gone without much notice. One moment that sparked a memory was the way the Colonel and Pudge reacted when they found out about Alaska’s passing.
Recently, I went to a water park in San Jose called Raging Waters. I brought two friends with me, Jenna and Jeffrey. Jenna was a sixth grader with a lot of energy but had a calm voice. Jeffrey, on the other hand, was in high school. He was full of energy and was very talkative.
It was a cold crisp morning, the sun climbed the tree tops and showed it’s beautiful colors. The water shimmered and shined just like a glass mirror sitting in the hot summer sun. The birds chirped out songs, every note was perfect and in tune. The water bugs danced on the water, they almost looked like figure skaters as they twisted and made sharp turns. An eagle flew by searching for food as her young chicks cried, they were hungry.
