Essay On Camping Trip

When life develops day by day, people tend to be stressful stressed out, stressful : causing a lot of anxiety and worry Ex: Stressful time ( for thing) by working,studying…Everyday, they usually encounter a lot lots of= a lot of pressure. That is the reason why whenever they have time, they almost always look for some comfortable places, some leisure activities to entertain themselves.

An activity that I would like to recommend to you is going camping. I think it’s an interesting activity for you and you will be satisfy satisfied after joining. Why not? After working hard and studying hard, if you and your family or your friends have time for camping, you all can enjoy those wonderful moments together. There are a lot of fantastic things, such as: learning many skills about how to make a tent, how to prepare a barbecue for all of you, how to hold some games, how to connect all of people and develop relationships also…Beside that, you go camping that means you go back nature so you can discover it and enjoy this atmosphere, its air is very fresh and very “wild” – I think it’s a new thing for you… excellent

I went camping at the second year of univerity, two dayS one night. I went to Nam Cat Tien national park with my friends. Actually, It was the first camping I had during university period so I was very eager before the trip. We decided to use motobike to go there, because we thought that we could enjoy landscapeS along the road we went through. Just because we went there at dawn so we – teenagers – felt that it was really THE biggest ONE, it was a new thing we never had before. That was a very nice experience I think you should try it.

We prepared a lot of food before the trip because we are students, you know, saving money is the best way ^^. At Nam Cat Tien national park, we rented a tent from a center there (I forgot its name). Manager of this center helped( HELP S.O DO S.T) us to find some firewoods FIREWOOD, (UNCOUNT N) to cook ourselves and led us up??? tent. He also guided us to some famous places in the forest. We were very excited and thankful to him. We took a lot LOTS OF photos together and discovered some new plans PLANTS and trees, maybe they were famous but we hadn’t known before. At night some girls prepared somefood to roast GRILL IS BETTER, some soft drinks and some boys prepareD some firewoods, after that we had a campfire.

Of course we had some games to play together also, but the thing I liked best was eating roasted batatas(sweet potatos or yams), how interested we were! We enjoyed this moment until 2 a.m of THE nextday with a lot of songs, now I am thinking about it but still feel great! But you know, because Nam CatTien is a THE biggest forest, it has a lot=> LOTS OF mosquitos, also insects so we were bitten. We forgotpreparing some insect drugs so we got a little annoyance. The next day, we came back “Xì Gòn” HEHE but we got a problem, three of motobikes ran out of energy FUEL, GASOLINE but there was not any gas station around there. We got confused and the manager helped us solve this problem again, otherwise we had to go to the gas station which is about 20 kilometer to buy gas. God blessed us!

It is really memorable, I was satisfied with this camping but I have some advisesADVICE for you. If you want to get a nice trip – I think no trip is perfect, but try to reduce some problems it is also good for you getting TO GET a nice trip – you should make plan carefully, how much money do you think enough? Which transport will you use? What food do you think it’s suitable? You should find OUT some information about the place you will go to? You should equip yourself with some necessary skills for a camp…Try to control things you think they are under your control.

I savored a masterfully browned marshmallow, thoroughly enjoying the late-week camping escape with two best friends. Frogs croaked and various nocturnal bugs sang, serenading our campfire evening.

“Do you guys believe in reincarnation?”

I snorted. First, I’m not a guy and neither is Sarah. But that didn’t matter around Tom. We were all just good friends. No hang-ups allowed.

“Seriously,” Tom said.

Looking up from the mesmerizing flicker of the fire, I noticed Tom’s intense expression. The insects and frogs hushed as a chill wind circled our encampment.

“No,” I answered. Beside me, Sarah shivered and shook her head in response.

Tom stood, pacing across from the log that Sarah and I sat, the fire separating us.

“I didn’t either, really,” Tom began, “until I met Elizabeth Brighton, the Medium.” He grinned, then continued. “I scared her so much she ran right off the set of her show.”

Tom stopped pacing, the fire reflecting, making his eyes glow an evil red. “She’d never had such a strong reading and wanted to have me arrested, get this, for future crimes.” He laughed.

“Wait,” I said, remembering a news article from a few days ago. “Lizzy Brighton? That TV hocus-pocus woman? She was murdered the other day.”

Tom stepped closer, almost in the fire. “I couldn’t let my secret out yet. She knew, sensed, too much.”

“Stop!” Sarah screamed, jumping up. “You’re scaring me. This is crazy.”

Tom moved faster than lightening – through the fire? I saw the flash of metal before it registered. Sarah’s renewed screaming stopped abruptly, her throat cut nearly to decapitation. On the ground, Sarah lay still, her dulled eyes not reflecting the fire. Over her body, Tom wielded his knife, violating her horrifically.

Numbed beyond speech, I kicked the hot embers and burning wood at Tom, catching his clothing on fire.

Screeching in anger and pain, Tom turned, lunging at me. I jumped back, tripping over the log where Sarah and I had sat toasting marshmallows. A flaming torch now, Tom stumbled over the log. His eyes no longer reflected the fire – they were fire. As he fell, the knife slashed across my arm, stinging as the flesh parted.

Heedless of the pain, I scampered out of reach – of the knife and the flames. The pop and hiss gagged me but I couldn’t turn away. The stench engulfed me in a way that I knew could never be washed away.

Would anyone else believe that Jackson Thomas Rypken was Jack The Ripper incarnate? I now believed.

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