|I hope no one goes swimming.
|Dutch Bill Creek
I see the rapid, fast, white water
I hear the roaring water
I feel the mist around me
I smell the redwoods all around me
I touch the hard, smooth, massive rocks near me
|I miss Dutch Bill Creek!
|The redwood forest
I see the birds fly above my head and the redwood canopy over my head
I hear the wind howling as I stroll through the forest
I feel the wind whipping my hair in every direction
I smell the sweet, sappy smell of redwoods and redwood sorrel
I touch a hollowed out redwood and climb inside
|Does that say Arson Jones!?
Like a rough, bumpy, arm folding around me as i fall
Like an origami maze, made to trap
Like an intricate weaving of nature
Like a piece of art, yet dangerous
Like a rainbow of rope art
Like a windy maze
Like a never ending work of natural art
|Playing on the cargo net is fun!
I see the rolling white water reach out for me
I hear the waves meet land with a crash
I feel the cool sea breeze hit my face and whip my hair
I smell the sea as I catch a whiff of seals
I touch the many sea creatures living in the tide pools
|This is a cool wave!
I see my cabin mates sleeping soundly
I hear someone snoring
I smell the waft of redwoods creep into the cabin
I feel my warm pajamas as I push my sleeping bag over my head
I touch my sleeping bag as I drift down into a soundless sleep
|This is my cabin.
I see the flames jump up to grab a star
I hear the crackling, roaring flames
I smell the smoke as it rises into the air
I feel the warmth of the fire
I touch the ashes of the wood
|I love the smell of ash!
I see the yellow banana slug slink around
I hear the slimy slugmove about
I touch its slimy skin with my tongue
I feel the banana slug moving on my hand
I smell the foul oder of this slippery slimy decomposer
I see a flurry of people rushing around
I hear the whoosh of the ball as it passes my ear and bounces off the wall
I touch the ball as I hit it towards the crowd
I feel the ball as it hits me on the side
|This is my friends and I playing gaga ball. It's loads of fun!
I see my naturalist, Meadow, as she picks up a banana slug
I hear her loud, clear voice as she speaks
I feel her jacket as we play a game
I touch her in a game, feeling triumphant
I smell her scent of redwoods and redwood sorrel
|My hiking group and I are having fun!
I see the vibrant colors as I spin the redwood sorrel around
I smell the strong, sweet scent
I touch the soft, hairy leaves
I feel the smooth surface
|Those little leafs are tasty!