Personal Narrative: My Journey To The Lucinda River
I was riding my horse on our Ranch It was a beautiful day Birds were chirping Cows were mooing and the Nice cool breeze was blowing and everything was fine and My Dad and I were going to check the cows and check their waters and on the way I was riding and a Cotton Tail rabbit ran out of a bush and my horse got spooked and he started bucking and he bucked me off and I got right back on and started riding again. And when I got to where the cows were we have 50 and I only counted 45 and so I knew some were missing so I was Approaching the creek to see if they were down in the creek to see if they were down there and when I got down there I heard them bawling and so I rode up out of the creek and went to a different one we call Sourdough Creek
Throughout the book, Kingsley describes the numerous challenges and obstacles that she and her fellow travelers faced on their journey down the Back River. From fierce headwinds to treacherous rapids to encounters with grizzly bears, Kingsley writes about the many moments of fear, uncertainty, and doubt that they experienced along the way. However, Kingsley also highlights the ways in which these challenges brought out the best in herself and her fellow travelers. She writes about the strength, determination, and courage that they exhibited in the face of adversity, and how these experiences brought them closer together as a team. Kingsley notes that "the Back River tested us in ways that we never could have imagined, but it also showed us what we were capable of when we worked together and refused to give up" (Kingsley, 2014, p. 164).
I was never interested in tractors until I went to Louisiana last summer. Going to Louisiana was one of the best things that has ever happened to me during my life. Going to Louisiana was so awesome being able to watch and drive enormous diesel tractors and watch my uncle cut rice with a combine(which is a machine that is used to cut rice on a farm. It helped me learn about rice and the machines that farmers use to cut rice. I got to see where the rice is stored after it is cut, my uncle dries out the rice to get all the moisture out before they sell it and take the rice out of the rice bins.
Every year, my family goes on a snowmobile trip with my friend Aftyn’s family in Spearfish, South Dakota. About two years ago, we drove out for our trip as usual. The first day was super fun. We stopped at Four Corners, a fun hill to climb, and we did lots of racing. The second day was a little more eventful.
Over the summer I traveled to Tennessee to see my cousins. The day we arrived, we visited Lake Winnie, an amusement park with tons of rides with a water park. It was a joyful day. That day I went on the first roller coaster I 've ever been on. While walking nervously up the steps to get into line with my cousin, I felt the adrenaline rushing through my body, and I felt very anxious.
When Neddy takes his journey he named one of his pool names as “The Lucinda Rive” to honor his wife. Throughout his journey, everything took place during one afternoon. At the beginning, he sees clearly y mid-summer, but by the end, he sees natural signs being pointed at seasons of autumn. On the way, he counter may different people mention to him about the misfortune of the money and its troubles which he doesn’t remember, also he was unwelcomed some houses and it was become so painful him to suffer through it. He stopped and decided to go back home, but he only fond loneliness, emptiness and
John Cheever’s use of the journey motif conveys meaning in “The Swimmer.” Neddy Merrill thinks of himself as an “explorer” who is traveling through unknown territory. He drinks very often and tries to forget the reality of his loneliness. At first, Neddy’s only focus is swimming “the Lucinda River,” but he faces temptation at the Bunkers’ party where everyone is drinking. Neddy gets out of the pool, interacts with the party, and has a “gin and tonic.”
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.”
The Trip to Caesar Creek This year Kings Junior High had a annual trip to Washington, D.C. However, those who were unable to go on the trip (for various reasons) were able to go on stay behind trips. The first trip was Caesar Creek.
In the short story ‘‘The Swimmer’’, written by John Cheever and published in the ‘’The Brigadier’’[1], we follow Neddy (Ned) Merrill through his journey home. While Ned swims home through the pools in his neighbourhood, the people around him change and some are not where they are supposed to be, and his memory fails him. When he finally arrives at his destination, he notices that something is terribly wrong. The main character and protagonist in the story is Neddy Merrill, who decides to go home from his friends’ house by swimming through all the pools in his neighbourhood.
Throughout my life I have done many amazing things. When asked to my “best moment” was, I didn’t have to think long before I came up with my trip on the Teton Wagon Train in Wyoming. The trip was simply amazing, we spent a whole week outside in the mountains. During this trip I rode a horse for the first time. This was, by far my favorite part of the whole trip.
Blues on the Mississippi I’d come to the conclusion, finally after a few hours of being on the river trying to fish for a week’s worth of food, we’d need to find somewhere else to place our camp and hunt for our fish. We picked up and wallowed across the shallow water, our dog soon behind us. We’d managed to make a couple of miles down, and found a decent little rock, that dropped off into the river. The fellow fishermen stole their glances towards our camp, though we easily dismissed it, seeing as how neither of us were having much luck out on the river or off of the bay.
We shall presume that the long afternoon spent by the Westerhazys' pool is typical of many other afternoons that were similarly spent. Neddy's plan to swim home seems to be only the latest in a string of ideas that have suddenly occurred to him. As Neddy`s adventure progresses, we see that point is certainly passing tons greater faster than Neddy realizes. ”In the course of the journey the reader’s enchantment with the bright illusion of leisured lives vividly lived shades into recognition of sad, perhaps even tragic, delusions of grandeur.”
It was an unusually hot summer, 1856. Shortly after my arrival at the McGill place, Maighread and I set off on horseback to ride along the river as she suggested the previous night. At one point, we picked out a spot in the shade where we sat for a spell. Maighread had packed a picnic lunch, which she put inside an enormous leather bag. “Let’s go swimming,” she said.
The Rafting Event I believe that life is short, and one should live each moment with purpose. I do not want my last moment to be something I regret. The famous quote by Amelia Earhart, “Adventure is worthwhile in itself.” sums up my belief. My belief is a constant motivator to continually push me to want more, expect more and do more.
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