William Geist Gribble English 1101 17 January 2012 Stranded For the past forty years now my family has been renting out these cabins at a place called Silver Birch Resort in Batchawana Bay Ontario. That is where fear and I met on a collision course with one another. The most terrifying day of my life began, with waking up to the sun rising across the Bay of Lake Superior, hearing the local loons fishing for the minnows in the lake, and walking over to grab breakfast at the local diner. There usually isn’t enough room in the cabins so my cousin Jesse and I have been sleeping out on the beach since we were about ten years old. During our breakfast feast we all decided that the plan for the day was going to be a four wheeling trip
On May 14th at four o’clock, “under a jentle brease” the Corps of Discovery started the expedition (Ambrose 137). Through the first few days of the journey were far from easy. Bad weather, bugs, and travel problems plagued the crew for weeks. On June 1st, the group had reached the Osage River, and set up camp. In order for Lewis to collect samples, he demanded that all surrounding trees be cut down.
Uhler explains, the expedition consisted of an impressive collection of scientists, artists, photographers and writers to explore the Alaska coast, from the southeast boundary all the way to the Seward Peninsula. Members of the expedition spent five days in Glacier Bay, and collected a wealth of data along with some memorable adventures. Soon after the Harriman party departed, the tourism and exploration in Glacier Bay came to an abrupt halt. According to Uhler, “In September 1899, a massive earthquake shattered the Muir Glacier. Masses of floating ice prevented ships from closely approaching the glacier for at least a decade, and the steamship companies removed Glacier Bay from their itineraries.” Over the next few decades, Uhler states; Glacier Bay belonged to a hardy assortment of scientists and adventurous entrepreneurs, as well as native seal hunters, fishermen and egg-gatherers.
Klondike gold rush By: Ray-Sean Bailey Mrs. Burns English The Klondike gold rush started in July 1897 in Dawson City Alaska. There were many ways people got to the Klondike gold rush. Many miners or “stampeders” as they were called took the most expensive route to the gold fields. This was by boat upstream western Alaska. Some took the most difficult route the “All Canadian Route” from Edmonton Canada and through the cold.
This river goes through the Byzantine Empire. We camped at the river while we waited for our boats to arrive from Nicaea. When I had finished setting up my tent I decided to go fishing. I have never been any good at fishing, but I needed a break. At this point we are almost a year on our journey.
Source F was written by a slave called Olaudah Equiano in 1789. After we were captured we were chained together. We had to walk for many weeks. Then we saw a river so big we could not see the other side. Later on I found out that this was the ocean.
In the book All the Pretty Horses a 16 year old boy and his best friend decided to leave Texas and head to Mexico to work on a ranch out there. John Grady Cole lived and worked on a ranch in San Angelo, Texas with his grandfather. When his grandfather passed away the ranch was left to John Grady’s mother, who had divorced his father then remarried a rich man. She plans to sell the ranch to pursue her dream of becoming an actress. John Grady try’s to talk to the lawyer thinking maybe he can talk his mother into keeping the ranch or selling to John Grady so he could run it.
This week, the namesake waterway of the nation's second-largest city opened for unrestricted public recreation for the first time since the 1930s -- when devastating floods prompted officials to close public access to the river and pave its banks with concrete to improve storm drainage, officials said. Raymond was the third person to paddle a 2.5-mile section that's now wide open for public use. Even the name of this stretch of the 51-mile river captures its natural allure: Elysian Valley. "My experience was, 'wow,'" said Raymond, who plied the waters as a representative of the Los Angeles River Expeditions and the Los Angeles Kayak Club. "There's always the sound of water.
April 19, 1849 After traveling our journey on horses for 2 weeks with taking several little breaks, we’ve finally arrived. The journey was more difficult than I thought it would be. Riding in the rain had caused a lot of travelers to come down with colds, and some didn’t make it. I’m thankful that my boyfriend and I had made it without any difficulties. May 19, 1849 It’s been a month since I’ve last written, the gold fields are hard work.