Friday, 19 February 2016
Lost in the woods, When I again got to a point where the ridge sloped down I began to feel the psychological effects of being lost, mostly frustration and some fear.
I got lost in the woods when I was about 16 years old. My father, some friend, and I were hunting in the Hells Canyon Wilderness area of Eastern Oregon. We were bow hunting and it was early September. The weather was clear, with warm days in the 70's and chilly nights that brought a frost covering early in the morning.
That morning my dad took me down the trail a couple miles and found a spot where we were going to split up and hunt. He sat me down and told me to note that the ridge we are on runs north and south and that I should keep the sun to my back and left to know I am headed back toward camp. Unfortunately, this 16 year old wasn't paying very much attention. Since the ridge was narrow back at camp he had no fear that I would walk past camp. The idea was that we would walk along both sides of the ridge hunting our way back to camp by noon. I was walking through patchy timber not paying a lot of attention to my surroundings. About 10:00 I started walking back to where I thought the main trail was. When I got to a spot where the ridge began to slope down I thought, I have walked to the other side of the ridge. So I went back the other direction still thinking I should cross the main trail. When I again got to a point where the ridge sloped down I began to feel the psychological effects of being lost, mostly frustration and some fear. I remember going back and forth from one side to the other searching for the trail and being so sure of myself and my direction that I actually discounted and didn't believe my compass when it told me I was going East. As the afternoon turned into evening I divided to try going back to where we started that morning. By this time I had accepted the fact that I was lost and retrieved a roll of ribbon that I carried in my daypack and began marking my trail. I searched till sunset for our starting point or anything that looked familiar, then divided to find a place to prepare to spend a night. I cut boughs from a fir tree to make a bed that would keep me off the ground and hopefully insulate me from the cold. I placed my bed along a down log of about 3 feet diameter then gathered enough wood for the night and build a fire in front to reflect heat on me. It was a cold miserable night. Without the fire I'm sure hypothermia would have been a real threat. At 6000 feet elevation I imagine the temperature got down in the low 40's. The next morning my dad picked up my trail of ribbon and followed it until he found me. It turned out I had walked out onto a finger of the main ridge and should have realized it if I would have simply trusted my compassinstead of my feelings.
Monday, 15 February 2016
The Winner Loses
by Alan Bagnall
Gliders. Not marbles. Not stickers. Not skateboards. Gliders. Gliders were the rage.
We all made gliders ... balsa wood, craft knives, glue, tissue paper, trials, maiden flights, and crashes.
Then redesigning, rebuilding, and more trial flights. Our constructions became quite competitive. Tony bought a glider from the model shop. "The most expensive model in the shop!" he boasted. "It's got hi-tech plastic struts."
So? So? Mine had hi-tech plastic, too. I used a skinny plastic detergent bottle for the fuselage, built on with layers of pastel tissue paper.
Mine was a bi-plane - a modern Tiger Moth. Tiger Moths are super gliders.1
In the end, after many trial flights and crashes, it was between Tony and me. Whose glider would glide the farthest? "Tiger Moth Tere" or "Spitfire Tony"? Whose glider would make the longest flight? The longest flight wins!
So after tea we all went up to that new housing subdivision, "Panorama Heights". There were no houses there then - only yellow, bulldozed clay.
The sun set. Our sky glowed a wise, greenish gold.
Tony carried his Spitfire. Miri and Tania carried my Tiger Moth. Not that it weighed anything at all.
It wants to lift off!" Miri chuckled. "I'm holding it down!"
"Five ... four ... three ... two ... one ... zero!" Neil called.
And we launched our gliders into the clear, ringing golden evening.
Tony's Spitfire swooped down the slope, then rose steeply, catching the slightest breeze. His friends cheered.
My friends sighed. The Tiger Moth drifted sideways down the slope.
"It will catch the fence!" I held my breath.
It drifted through the fence where the wires were broken.
"Disaster! Spitfire's crashed! Hit a gorse bush!"
On and on drifted the Tiger Moth in its hesitant, sideways sort of flight. Over the gorse. Down over the near hills. Down over the farther hills. Down over the farthest hills. Down towards the sea.
"It's going to fly around the world, Tere! It's going to glide around the world!"
Tony ambled down to collect his Spitfire from the gorse bush.
"You've won, Tere!"
"You're the winner, Tere!"
"Tiger Moth wins!
"But you've lost the Tiger Moth!" Tony shouted. "It's gone! Gone! Gone! Gone forever!"
But I hardly heard. I was with my glider, flying down through the haze of the sunken sun. Then down through that haze, down to the sea.
a)What was the main difference between the
(A) Tony's was modern; Tere's was
(B) Tony's used hi-tech plastic;
Tere's did not.
(C) Tony's needed few trial flights;
Tere's needed lots.
(D) Tony's had struts; Tere's did not.
(E) Tony's was bought; Tere's
b) Where did Tere's glider most probably
(A) In the haze.
(B) On the beach.
(C) In the farthest hills.
(D) At the bottom of the slope.
(E) In the sea.
c) What does 'were the rage' mean?
(A) Commonly found.
(B) Very popular.
(C) Easy to get.
(D) Very competitive.
(E) Made people angry.
d) What happened to the Spitfire? He won.
e) How did the Tiger Moth miss hitting the fence? Because he was to fast.
f) Why was "Panorama Heights" chosen as the launching place for the gliders? ...
g) Why wasn't Tere upset about losing her glider? Because he allready won
Wednesday, 10 February 2016
Thursday, 4 February 2016
Back in 2015 we went to camp at kawau island it was fun but there was something that was not really fun for me because when I did this I was so so sick and it was the abseiling and it was scaring me out. So then I said to myself that if my mum paid 65 dollars to go camp and I never did the activities so I felt in me that this is just a waste of time for me to come to this camp if I wouldn't do anything so then I said champions never give up then I did it with pride and what I learned from this camp is that we are not little babies any more and I will tell you a story from my church.
We humans are just like a flower, and when we are born we are a little seed with water and that water is christ we live with christ and then we grow up with christ and then when don't live with christ you die and your flower will slowly go down and when a lawn mower comes and chops your flower and then you die because you have did something wrong in your life and that is why you die.
Oh yeah talking about my goals is that I learnt from camp is that no matter what challenge comes to you at any time you never give up and I will make a promise. From this day forward I would never give up because us humans are all campins. THE END and go in peace