Friday, December 20, 2013
Sweets by Ladawn
Sweets by LaDawn is a bakery that came from Baton Rouge, Louisiana and although I did not get an opportunity to taste the delectable delights made inside of her store that day, I did in fact go the next day to try her red velvet cupcake that was a moist, red cup shaped piece of heaven. It had that classic bakery smell of fondant and cake batter. Although it has absolutely no room whatsoever it is still well worth it to go through the awe inspiring sensation of consuming a Sweets by LaDawn product. It is literally less than two hundred yards away from Leaves of Learning and makes a good after school snack, treat dessert product. I would most definitely recommend Sweets by LaDawn to everyone who would like to partake in such wonder striking desert foods.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Here is the rest of "that big brown lake"
Finally, Wednesday rolls around, like I said before I am just having the complete opposite of a fun time, the only thing keeping me from leaving was my friend who was with me because we went together and he claims he was having an outright amazing time. So my cabin goes to sit down for lunch and then the annual daily awards start, for cabin of the day, camper of the day, counselor of the day, etc. So I here Lindsey, (the person announcing the awards) say “this next award goes to a camper in Cabin 99, (my cabin) and it is for the camper of the day, and it goes to Zachary Newman, for showing bravery on the Burma Bridge, toughness throughout the whole week and outstanding leadership to all his friends.” So for all of the things I thought were disasters, my counselors and fellow campers thought it showed “bravery…and leadership.” That is when my week started to turn around, and that is when I realized that I was in love. When Saturday came, the day we have to leave, I began to cry, not because I missed anyone, but because I just had to leave and had to wait another whole year before I can go back again. When I won that award I thought to myself, “you know, when I compare the disasters I had to the amount of fun I had, my fun memories completely outweigh them.” So I have decided to come back year after year and now I am currently employed there to be a counselor next summer, and year after year I always claim that it was the “best fun I have ever had.” Every year it gets better and better and I have yet to break that pattern. I hope that is one pattern that remains a constant. I love Camp Ernst, and most of all the people who live there.
Woops!
Aww poo!!! I just realized I cut off the last part of my "big brown lake" essay!!! Sorry! Haha, for those of you who believe my experience was terible it gets better at the end trust me haha!
Friday, November 8, 2013
Yellow, brown, blue, white, red, stinky, beautiful, bug-infested, quiet, Stone park
The Yellow, brown, blue, white, red, stinky, beautiful, bug-infested, quiet, Stone Park We keep driving into the woods, and see three bear cubs, then we decide it a good idea to keep moving because we saw an even bigger, brown, mother bear. The cold season made all of the lands have this brown tint to it. The ground was blanketed in a coat of brown leaves that fell due to the autumn season. The grass was starting to die but the forest was quite lively from all of the animals running around trying to stock up food for the up and coming winter season. We decide to take a break after that long day of exploring and go back to the ranch. We start to head back up the mountain and we then see, and this is not fictional, about twenty to thirty really large blue birds. Some of them were playing in the trees; I noticed one that flew beside us right up against the car window. I then looked up, up in that cloud-evacuated sky, where the only thing noticeable was the golden sun shining as it harmonized with the chilled blue air. The rays gently lay themselves on top of our car where it keeps us just warm enough to be comfortable when driving through the brisk autumn season.
Given the golden light reflecting out our car windows, there was something that you felt, something was creeping up behind us; the blue birds felt it, as did the brown bears. You looked up once again and the blue sky conversed with the golden sun that alerted you they knew it also. Winter, winter was almost upon us, although the fall season was up and running there was that little splash, just a small hint of winter in it. There was just enough to make you think of snowfall, just enough to bring thoughts of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows or whipped cream, as you tasted it you end up getting hugged by whipped cream around your lips, and laugh as you see the gray steam rise out of the wonder filled mug. Yes, and hearing a big old man slide down your red brick chimney; he wears a large red coat and pants riding a crimson magical sleigh. Those feelings, those sounds, tastes, feels, all of this put together in one dense little taste of winter that butted up against autumn.
Still driving up the mountains we then go past this wretched, downright horrible stench that smacks both nostrils with the mightiest hand one could ever endure. It was so, stinky, so, putrid, so repugnantly disgusting, that I am completely dumbfounded we got out of there with all of our senses intact. People, I highly suggest against driving or walking up next to a sulfur pit. It was filled with aggressive mosquitos, predatorial bugs that are not afraid to swarm their passer-byes, complete, persistent, and pestering bugs that refuse to leave until you do.
Finally, after realizing the repulsive and idiotic mistake we had made, decide to stop nowhere else but our destination on top of the mountain. At last, we had made it, we turn a corner as the trees clear away and we are immediately confronted by the taste of that fresh country air, the sights of mountains that are topped with ice and snow, who remind you of that cup of hot chocolate that is finished with whipped cream. We get out o,f our car and spot a herd of buffalo peacefully walking around giving no attention to the predators that have just pulled up in our air pollutant vehicle. The sight was just beautiful, so beautiful in fact I spent quite a lot of time figuring out words to describe such divine and magnificent scenery to you all. By the time we had arrived it was getting dark, and what used to be a vibrant blue sky kissed with the yellow sun, now turned into a star-glittered evening, the sun had been chased away by the cream colored crescent moon. And then, solace and tranquility take over, as the only sounds heard is the ringing leftover in your hears from being acclimated to the loud pollution of the city. All was peaceful, the night was almost harmonious as everything felt like it just happened, that it all worked out and it all fell into its place. All is well as a small campfire was started in the back of our cabin to do the job of the loss sun, keep us warm. Once again I look up into that star studded night as no amount of space went unused because every little spec was covered with a twinkle. To think that the sky is limitless is pretty difficult, and at that very moment, I thought my goals were limitless. Nothing mattered; nothing could break through the stone wall of this peaceful night. Nothing could break the rhythm of nature and the spirit that lived inside Yellowstone National Park.
Given the golden light reflecting out our car windows, there was something that you felt, something was creeping up behind us; the blue birds felt it, as did the brown bears. You looked up once again and the blue sky conversed with the golden sun that alerted you they knew it also. Winter, winter was almost upon us, although the fall season was up and running there was that little splash, just a small hint of winter in it. There was just enough to make you think of snowfall, just enough to bring thoughts of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows or whipped cream, as you tasted it you end up getting hugged by whipped cream around your lips, and laugh as you see the gray steam rise out of the wonder filled mug. Yes, and hearing a big old man slide down your red brick chimney; he wears a large red coat and pants riding a crimson magical sleigh. Those feelings, those sounds, tastes, feels, all of this put together in one dense little taste of winter that butted up against autumn.
Still driving up the mountains we then go past this wretched, downright horrible stench that smacks both nostrils with the mightiest hand one could ever endure. It was so, stinky, so, putrid, so repugnantly disgusting, that I am completely dumbfounded we got out of there with all of our senses intact. People, I highly suggest against driving or walking up next to a sulfur pit. It was filled with aggressive mosquitos, predatorial bugs that are not afraid to swarm their passer-byes, complete, persistent, and pestering bugs that refuse to leave until you do.
Finally, after realizing the repulsive and idiotic mistake we had made, decide to stop nowhere else but our destination on top of the mountain. At last, we had made it, we turn a corner as the trees clear away and we are immediately confronted by the taste of that fresh country air, the sights of mountains that are topped with ice and snow, who remind you of that cup of hot chocolate that is finished with whipped cream. We get out o,f our car and spot a herd of buffalo peacefully walking around giving no attention to the predators that have just pulled up in our air pollutant vehicle. The sight was just beautiful, so beautiful in fact I spent quite a lot of time figuring out words to describe such divine and magnificent scenery to you all. By the time we had arrived it was getting dark, and what used to be a vibrant blue sky kissed with the yellow sun, now turned into a star-glittered evening, the sun had been chased away by the cream colored crescent moon. And then, solace and tranquility take over, as the only sounds heard is the ringing leftover in your hears from being acclimated to the loud pollution of the city. All was peaceful, the night was almost harmonious as everything felt like it just happened, that it all worked out and it all fell into its place. All is well as a small campfire was started in the back of our cabin to do the job of the loss sun, keep us warm. Once again I look up into that star studded night as no amount of space went unused because every little spec was covered with a twinkle. To think that the sky is limitless is pretty difficult, and at that very moment, I thought my goals were limitless. Nothing mattered; nothing could break through the stone wall of this peaceful night. Nothing could break the rhythm of nature and the spirit that lived inside Yellowstone National Park.
that big brown lake
Big Brown Lake On my way to the camp, I felt that anxious and tickly feeling I always get in my tummy before I arrive. The fact that I know I will have endless memories when I leave just makes me smile. I was on my way to Camp Ernst, the assignment is to say when I was first drawn to the place, when actually I went to this place by accident, and I was supposed to go to a different camp but actually went to Ernst instead. So ultimately I ended up falling in love, with the camp. But there are small things that I know and picture as my view of Camp. For instance as I drove up Camp Ernst road, I feel that intense, anxious excitement as usual. I smell the barn that we always pass before we drive up the hill. On both sides there are evergreen trees that align the road, following it all the way up that hill. As we near the precipice of what feels like an endless cliff, we drive over the top, the trees clear away, and the first thing I see is the sun, the golden sun reflecting off of that big brown lake; with the one hundred foot slide leading into it, and the ripples extending across the water from the banana boat.
The big brown lake sits at the bottom of a hill where at the top sits the Camp’s welcome center, and adjacent to it is the classic Lakeview Lodge where campers sleep. This picture is the heavenly Camp Ernst. Where people are not judged, where we express who they really are, and if one had a way of measuring spirit, the source would come from Camp Ernst. Honestly, if it was not for Camp Ernst and Shakespeare I would still be the shy introverted person I was in grade school. The first time I walked into Camp Ernst you could just feel the bright, uplifting atmosphere as you’re driving through the woods to your cabin. People walk down the road and wave at you when you drive by as they are singing classic camp songs. I was greeted right when I walked in by all the people who did not know me, just by the fact that people came up to me first and initiated the conversation shows how loving the people can be here. My first week I spent there was a complete disaster, I got my arm stuck in a rope bridge, got stung by bees, fell off my bunk bed and as I was falling my shirt got caught and I hung there until it finally ripped, that event happened in the middle of night and the rest all happened within two days. This camp was the biggest mistake of my life I was thinking to myself, by Tuesday I wanted nothing more than to go home. I was hating every moment I spent at this place.
The big brown lake sits at the bottom of a hill where at the top sits the Camp’s welcome center, and adjacent to it is the classic Lakeview Lodge where campers sleep. This picture is the heavenly Camp Ernst. Where people are not judged, where we express who they really are, and if one had a way of measuring spirit, the source would come from Camp Ernst. Honestly, if it was not for Camp Ernst and Shakespeare I would still be the shy introverted person I was in grade school. The first time I walked into Camp Ernst you could just feel the bright, uplifting atmosphere as you’re driving through the woods to your cabin. People walk down the road and wave at you when you drive by as they are singing classic camp songs. I was greeted right when I walked in by all the people who did not know me, just by the fact that people came up to me first and initiated the conversation shows how loving the people can be here. My first week I spent there was a complete disaster, I got my arm stuck in a rope bridge, got stung by bees, fell off my bunk bed and as I was falling my shirt got caught and I hung there until it finally ripped, that event happened in the middle of night and the rest all happened within two days. This camp was the biggest mistake of my life I was thinking to myself, by Tuesday I wanted nothing more than to go home. I was hating every moment I spent at this place.
Friday, October 4, 2013
The Lovely Loveland Castle:)
Loveland castle was a very unique and different experience. One man, Sir Harry Andrews had spent almost his whole life building the Loveland castle. When he decided it was finished at about age eighty two, he chose to build a second castle right next top it. It is significantly smaller but he finished it within nine years of working, in which he also built it completely by hand. After Harry built the castle he started a group called "The Knights of The Golden Trail." The Knights of the Golden Trail are a bunch of people that are blatantly dedicated to Harry Andrews and clearly have a deep respect for him. But who couldn't respect a man like Harry Andrew's and the amount of accomplishments he has.
He has an IQ of 189, that is exactly nine points higher than Albert Einstein's IQ. During the great flood in 1879, a flood that wiped Dayton, Ohio completely off the map, the water did not get past the first flood wall of Sir Harry Andrews' castle. Still not impressed? Harry Andrews made the concrete for the bricks in the castle out of old milk carton containers, by filling them with concrete and then ripping off the cardboard after it hardens. Even more, he carried all of the concrete and rocks from the Miami River that flows at the bottom of the castle by using a wheelbarrow he made by himself, by hand. Sir Harry Andrews is truly a man of many accomplishments; just one of Andrews' achievements would be a life achievement for any normal man, and that is what makes Sir Harry Andrews truly outstanding.
Friday, September 20, 2013
Loveland Castle
hey friends!:) we are going to the loveland castle next friday so be prepared to be informed next week! Some pre-info, it was built by one singular man, all by himself!!! His name is Sir Harry Andrews and the castle is now run by people that were knighted by Sir Harry himself!
Thursday, September 19, 2013
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