The forested areas of the park were made up of mostly White Oaks. There was a vast difference is the age and size of the trees as there were few mature trees, but a large number of younger 3”-6” in diameter oaks, ash, and other trees. Though it was fall, “die back” could be seen on many of the trees with areas of peeling bark, large sections of dead limbs, and sections of the trunk experiencing rot. The bushes and woody vines that were protected from the canopy of the larger trees still held onto green
This quiet and quaint town known as Mt. Holly, NJ is where I grew up. Nestled in the outskirts of New Jersey’s capitol, is known for its small town charm and historic roots. Living here was the best years of my life. I grew up in a part of town that once housed the military families from Ft. Dix and McGuire Air Force Base, which is now known as Joint Base.
Last year I played basketball for the Bath team and Red Cedar team. In my last game I had 24 points, over 10 rebounds, and 5 blocks. After the game the opposing coach came up to me and asked if I wanted to join an AAU team and at the time I didn’t know what that was. He gave me his number and I learned that AAU was a league for really good basketball players.
As a kid growing up there are encounters that change your perspectives on life and what you need to fulfill in life. Luckily growing up for me was never what some would state a battle. I experienced childhood in a white collar class group of five in the residential community of Mercedes, Tx. As a kid living around there of texas known as the Rio Grande Valley you start to see the battles other individuals look in the group and You end up noticeably appreciative for the things you do have.
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.
After years of waiting and preparing we started on the journey to the west. We made our way to Independence, Missouri to go on the Oregon Trail which was laid by traders and trapers. While there I became familiar with George Wilson who was also a working family man. A lot of families left together making the trail busy and causing jams..
When I was eight, my family could not believe what I was doing to my nanny on the way to Gatlinburg. My family and I begin to scavenge our belongings to place in my mother 's car, my anxiety and excitement begins to rise. We all start to swarm in the vehicle and to my recollection, I notice the sun beginning to ascend over the horizon. My mother stomped on the gas pedal to accelerate the car forward out of our driveway onto the road. In the car, my parents occupy the front driver and passenger seats, my brother sits next to the window behind my mother and I sit behind my father, which leaves the middle seat for my nanny to take up.
Getting down to Nebraska was harsh and the trail was dusty. The children like me had to take care of the animals. Jim, Antonia and myself became really good friends after living next door to each other for a while and we do everything together. When I work, I help my dad to plant and harvest crops and hunt for food. We planted and harvested corn, potatoes, pumpkin, wheat, peas, carrots and tomatoes.
The Smoky Mountains are amongst the oldest on earth, spanning the southern Appalachians along the border between Tennessee and North Carolina. The national park, known for its biodiversity, covers 800 square miles of mountainous terrain. The Great Smoky Mountains National Park is the most visited national park that is why I planned my three-day excursion in late May to avoid crowds and the heat of the summer. May’s weather can be unpredictable as change can occur rapidly, so I brought rain gear and plan to dress in layers.
You know acceptance right? We’ve all been accepted at one point in our lives, despite our differences, and I’m pretty sure WE’VE had problems accepting someone who’s also different. I have too, especially when it comes to a disagreement. Here’s my side of the story. It started with a conversation between me and my cousin.
I'm exploring various areas for retirement, which presently includes Raleigh/Durham, and possibly Asheville, for visits up to six months of the year. Hopefully, I will be lucky to meet acquaintances who are similar in age who are willing to connect without the need for a rushed relationship. I would like to settle down but I am realistic and will admit that I am careful. I am hopeful for a mature commitment in the future. An important aspect is flexibility as my lifestyle involves travel, which is unavoidable.
My journey started in the Grand Canyon. With little backpacking experience and being barely old enough to vote, I drove the sleepless eleven-hour drive to the legendary ravine. People gave inquiring glances, wondering what a young man was doing all alone, carrying a backpack three quarters his size. I didn’t blame them. Most only go to the canyon to see it from the rim, with few daring to journey within.
My two best friends, Lindsay and Kyle, were both with me planning on going on another adventure around our town, Mill Creek, which, in most places, you would see as a wealthy town. Except for us. Lindsay and Kyle both lived in apartments and I live on a dead end street in a long dark navy blue rambler. We banded together as the loners of Heatherwood mid, Kyle being a grade higher than us though. Lindsay and I met in 5th grade, back at my elementary school, she was the other nerdy half-Asian loner girl with long dark brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, and glasses.
It was a nice, warm summer day about nine years ago when my Mom’s family decided to come up for a vacation, which we did often back then. Whether it was going camping, or going to visit them or vice versa, it was always a pleasure hanging out with them whenever we got the chance to. We were on our way to go raft the Yellowstone River in the stunning Paradise Valley, Montana. The group consisted of myself, Mom, Dad, my older brother Justin and younger brother Joe, my Uncle Richard, three cousins Michael, Trisha, and Mariah, and two dogs, Nikki and Buddy. We had just arrived to the place where we were going to rent our equipment from, Yellowstone Whitewater rafting and all of us were filled with excitement and nerves at the same time because,
Some had pumpkins carved with spooky faces carved for Halloween, and scarecrows sitting on their steps. Others had colorful plants on their porch and wreaths hanging on their doors. On my way to the walking trail, I passed the lake which had a fountain in the middle shooting water high in the air. When I finally made it to the pine tree-lined walking trail, I could see pine trees that were taller than
