A Collection of Essays About PLACE

A collection of essays about 

Place 

A sunset from Mrs. Neville’s farm in Kanosh, Utah. 

Everyone has a special place that they can feel most accepted and at home. This place, for anyone, 

can be anywhere around the world. It could be the place that you grew up in and moved away from; 

your hand print will always be in the cement. It could be a place that you visited and completely fell in 

love with. Or it could be a place you’ve lived in your entire life; the only place you’ve ever called 

home. These student essays are a collection of each individual’s favorite place from our Creative 

Writing class this Fall semester. Please enjoy. ----Co-editors: Cierra Coil and Garrett Glen Larson

A collection of essays about PLACE 

Desert Hills High School - Creative Writing Class 

Fall Semester 2013 - Mrs. Neville - Adviser 

1. Rome, Italy Monique Nelson 

2. Potsdam, New York Ben Carlson 

3. Goldsboro, North Carolina Sebastianna Smith 

4. Traverse City, Michigan Corynn Nethercott 

5. Aurora, Colorado Melanie Foley 

6. Yellowstone National Park Payton Hall 

7. Kamas, Utah Cierra Coil 

8. Manti, Utah Bailee Johnson 

9. Provo, Utah Miranda Adamson 

10. Salt Lake City, Utah Brayden Fuller 

11. Brian Head, Utah Sierra Nason 

12. St. George, Utah Brinley Showell 

13. St. George, Utah Christian Brown 

14. St. George, Utah Dallin Rosenkrantz 

15. Everywhere in Utah Wesley Allen 

16. Flagstaff, Arizona Alexa Salmon 

17. Phoenix, Arizona Tyler Mason 

18. Havasupai, Grand Canyon, Arizona Brycen Williams 

19. San Diego, California Chloe Carman 

20. Portland, Oregon Nikki Frampton 

21. Oregon Coast Garrett Larson 

22. Bainbridge Island, Washington Vincenzo Porter

My Kind of Town: Rome, Italy 

The city is beautiful at night with all the 

lights shining out and the fountain waters 

lighten up and glowing pale blue. 

Alive with Infinite Possibilities by Monique Nelson 

The city that has seen it all and still survives 

This is what I love most about my town; its history and life. It has been around since ancient times and has seen so 

much more than anything we have here in the United States. Its architecture is so beautiful and awe-inspiring. With huge 

buildings and carefully chiseled sculptures that look out over the city, I feel safe and small. The smell is clean and cool like 

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water and the smell of food drifts through the air, like breakfast on a Saturday morning. Sound is everywhere coming from the 

open doors of restaurants and people laughing as they go about their day. The few cars allowed in the city honk at each other 

and at people as they cross the street. The people care about their city and want to keep it lovely, so they only allow certain 

types of cars inside the city; mostly you walk everywhere or take public transportation. At night, the lights come on and they 

make the city glow. People begin to go inside and a bus passes, going somewhere. There is a group of children running 

around, happy to be free. Some teenagers sit on the cement benches and laugh as the city moves on around them. 

The culture is vastly different from other places I have had the opportunity to live. There are so many more things to 

do than in my hometown. There are beautiful outside restaurants where you can sit and eat while also doing some people 

watching. Time passes without you really noticing it. All around the city and in every plaza there are people everywhere, 

selling things like jewelry and scarves and people drawing the sights and scenes of Rome. The city is filled with ruins from 

Roman life and has more than 900 churches and fountains; the biggest one being the famous Trevi Fountain. However, there 

are over 2000 different fountains. Most of the art in Rome is depicting events from Greek and Roman mythology, historical 

scenes, or scenes of everyday life, and even garden landscapes. Mosaics decorate the floors of the churches and some homes. 

Statues from all the different eras are showcased in the plazas and well as in older buildings. The Colosseum is a huge place 

where in ancient times everyone could come and watch the games of the gladiators. 

The city is beautiful at night with all the lights shining out and the fountain waters lighten up and glowing pale blue. 

The night air is a little chilly but it’s bearable and people are out and about. The city is alive with infinite possibilities, and I 

watch as the people move to escape the chilly rain that is coming down, it is winter after all. I see a young couple strolling 

down the cobbled streets laughing and light glistens off the rain and an engagement ring. This old city has been through 

everything and yet it still stands. 

DHHS Magazine, November 2013

My Kind of Town: Potsdam NY, USA 

“Potsdam is a small town of less 

than 20,000 people. Most of the 

businesses are locally owned.” 

This is Market Street, home to 

some of the local businesses. 

Right Touch of Home by Ben Carlson 

A place where maple trees grow like weeds. 

Potsdam is a small town of less than 20,000 people. Most of the businesses are locally owned, with a few supermarkets. 

There are no malls; however, for those of us that enjoy smaller, less busy places that means less traffic during holiday seasons. Small 

businesses also mean that most of the money spent there, stays there. There is no sucking up to big corporations. There is no 

walking into a store and smelling the stench of newly waxed floors, instead your nose would enjoy the smells of locally made bread, 

apple cider, or maple syrup. 

Maple syrup can be hard to get in many parts of the world, but in Potsdam, maple trees grow like weeds, you can them dot 

the landscape, along with the pines, for miles. The greenery is amazing with all the different plants growing; there are even wild blue 

and raspberries that would flourish. And, if you could get to them before the birds, you could make homemade jam to go with your 

homemade bread. There is nothing better than fresh cider and a piece of homemade bread and jam after a cold day in the snow. 

The weather is harsh, but beautiful. The pristine snow blankets the rolling hills, and the fresh scent of spring’s new life 

always amazes, each and every season. During the summer it is hot and humid, but that only makes swimming in the local rivers 

even more fun. As a kid I would often go to the river with friends, and make canal systems in the sandy beaches, or play Marco-Polo 

in the shallow banks. Teams of children would line up with buckets in pseudo competition to see if the “builders” could make a deep 

enough dam system, or if the “flooders” could bring enough water up the sandy hill, to make the system overflow. There weren’t a 

whole lot of kids cooped up in the house with video games; instead they were outside in the dirt, or at rec centers playing with 

sports equipment, and other people. 

As far as the necessities of a good education went, we were better off than most. Within town boundaries, we had three 

colleges/universities. These were SUNY Potsdam, Crane School of Music, and Clarkson University. We may have been small, but 

educationally we were big. Many people I knew worked at or went to one of these schools, they were vital to our town’s survival, 

and made up a good percentage of the population. There have even been famous music groups or people that originated there 

because of the focus on education and music. 

All in all it was a great place out in the country to grow up in; with all the right touches of home. 


My Kind of Town: Goldsboro, North Carolina 

Goldsboro, North Carolina; equal parts 

mountains, barbeque, Pepsi-Cola, natural 

beauty, festivals, fall foliage and history. 

My Farm Home by Sebastianna Smith 

Begin each day as if it were on purpose 

This is what I love the most about my town: the land is long. It is beautiful with lots of trees, plants and wide 

open fields of green crops and tall grass and trees. It is not a small town; once you drive into the city it looks even bigger 

than it did before. The houses are simple but homey, unique and very welcoming. The humidity is glazed over thick with 

frizz, the rain will catch you where you stand, and the winding winds will carry you and your belongings away. The air is 

warm, but with a cool breeze that leaves you refreshed. The ponds are murky, and sprinkled with fish that suck at your 

toes like a massage that is on the of verge to being ticklish, and with alligator snapping turtles that will bite your toes off 

if you are not careful. It is peacefully quiet with little disturbance if none at all. There are a lot of animals of all sorts and 

they sing every morning and evening in all their ways, as if it’s a melody just for you. The sun comes up just above the 

horizon with the gold beams of the day as if to say hello and the chickens are sure to let you know that the day has 

begun. It smells of rain and farm and is kissed with scents of fresh crops. The familiar scent of tobacco in the air to calm 

his and hers stresses and the children catching frogs at night. 

People are hardly selfish with only selfless things to do. They are kind and helpful, but mind their own. Everyone 

is very hard working and taught to be independent. They love and respect one another; they are humble, not perfect. I 

hear the wise words of my grandmother; Begin each day as if it were on purpose. Begin with a smile and end with a 

good deed, and never let your ego get the best of you. Her home is welcoming to visitors that come by often. With 

chocolate milk, coffee and fried chicken, it is like a buffet everyday that everyone contributes to. We drive around in 

golf carts to and from friends’ houses. Walking my grandmothers’ six dogs named Jack, Bessie, Lucy, Peanut, Sampson, 

and Princess; that are too strong and wild to keep a hold of. 

The friendly environment makes for a great home and I wish that I could live there. I love to visit; I love 

everything about Goldsboro, North Carolina except that it’s so far away from where I live. I love the food, people, 

culture, and the texture of the environment. Although I love it here in St. George, I cannot wait to go back there and visit 

my family and hometown once again. 


My Kind Town: Traverse City, Michigan 

The seagulls are 

squawking, waves 

are crashing, cars 

are passing, and the 

sun is beaming down 

on you; this is why I 

love Traverse City 

Cherries Are My Medicine by Corynn Nethercott 

Quaint relaxation at its best 

A town that sits on the edge of Lake Michigan, wanting nothing more than to be on the water itself, Traverse City 

Michigan is my kind of town. Stores occupy the bottoms of many apartment buildings that are lined up in squares around the 

city. Cute little coffee shops, candy stores, cafes, and boutiques bring a smile to my face when I walk down the sidewalks. The 

breeze of Lake Michigan rushes past your skin, making you chilly, yet calling you to jump in the water all at the same time. The 

seagulls are squawking waves are crashing, cars are passing, and the sun is beaming down on you. This is why I love Traverse 

City. 

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One thing that Michigan is known for is its cherries. Once a year in Traverse City they hold an annual National Cherry 

Festival, which brings over 500,000 people to the city, and my family never fails to miss it. Many families go cherry picking at 

local cherry farms, grabbing metal pails and running toward the trees to find the best cherries. This is an activity I rarely 

participate in due to the fact there are billions of bee’s flying around those trees. 

However, I do love to go to the parade. It is the longest parade I’ve ever been to, with over 140 floats and displays 

that pass by bringing smiles to everybody’s faces. Spinning, flipping, and turning; there is a fair that is located near the parade 

that has many fun rides for children and for adults. Display booths that have cherries in everything you can imagine (salsa, 

pancakes, coffee, bread, etc.) are squished together in a field located just off the coast of the Great Lake. Cherries are every 

Michiganders medicine and they will swear by them. 

The best part of the Festival though, is the Fourth of July firework show. Thousands and thousands of people covered 

in glow sticks and anxiety sit along the shore line of Traverse Bay await the magnificent fireworks display that will soon leave 

them in awe. Beautiful, colorful, and bright balls of fire are set off into the night, brightening up the faces of all those that 

watch. If I had my choice I would go to Traverse City in the summer around the Cherry Festival. I love to see everyone together 

celebrating and sharing new ideas in a town as quaint, perfect, and relaxing as Traverse City, Michigan. 


Aurora, Colorado 

What’s So Amazing about This Tiny, Yet Big City: 

T 

he reason I love Aurora, 

Colorado is the cold weather. 

No matter what time of year it 

is, I can find myself relaxed, 

wearing comfortable clothes. It never gets 

too hot; usually it stays in the 70’s in the 

summer time, and it always snows in the 

winter. A lot of people prefer hot rather than 

cold, but not me. I love the cold weather, I 

feel so much more relaxed when it’s cold 

out. I can’t stand the hot weather, that’s why 

I love Aurora, its cold all the time. It hardly 

ever gets to burning temperatures. This is 

why this small town in Colorado is perfect 

for me. 

By: Melanie Foley 

Winter time at 

the Aurora 

Movie Theater 

In the future, I will be living in a cozy apartment, on South Chambers Street. Everything is walking 

distance from here; the mall with all sorts of amazing shops, fast food and sit down restaurants, hotels for 

family to stay near. Most of the stores are very large. They are all filled with diversity. Everyone gets along, no 

matter race, personality, age, or physical appearance. 

Every morning when I wake up I can smell the fresh air. I loved this smell and I can never get enough 

of it. I can always smell the green trees and freshly cut grass. On the days it rains or snows I can smell it in the 

air; this makes me want to sit outside all the time. I like to step outside on the porch in the morning and 

sometimes sit for a few 

minutes and have a cup of 

coffee. Sitting outside before 

I start my day makes me feel 

better. I like to see what the 

weather is to find out how I 

should dress before I leave 

the house. 

Despite all the 

apartments in the area, there 

are lots of tall pine trees in 

front of my apartment. Some 

Nothing better than a beautiful night at the Aurora Mall in the summer are tall, others short. During 

the winter most trees don’t have leaves; pine trees are one of the only kinds of trees to keep their ‘leaves.’ I 

love the pine trees in the winter, not only the smell of them but when the snow falls it looks so pretty on them. 

To my right there is a road that’s always a busy; which cars were always on, pulling in and out of my apartment 

complex. To my left are mostly apartments, but that isn’t much fun to look at. 

The only downsides of living here is that I am so close to the city and there is always noise. Cars 

driving by honking their horns, sirens from ambulances, and police sirens 24/7. Sometimes you can hear the 

airplanes flying by. For me I don’t notice it much, I am used to these noises from always living by a busy 

freeway so it didn’t bother me much. Some days I would hear it so much it would get on my nerves. But no 

matter what I had loved this town and I will always be near my loved ones here.

My Kind of Town: Yellowstone, Wyoming 

Water of Wonder and What Lies Beneath by Payton Hall 

The gorgeous geysers and hot springs of Yellowstone National Park 

I’ve been here so many times, yet I never tire of this wondrous place. Our family travels here in the month of 

September when the leaves change from green to red, yellow, and orange, and the chill of fall begins to spread. It is the 

mating season for the elk, so the sound of bugling wakes you from sleep at five in the morning, but it isn’t a nuisance; it 

is beautiful and calming. The animals in the park venture close to the cabin we stay in, so we always have a show to 

watch in our backyard. Once, we saw a pack of wolves fighting over an elk carcass with a bear. We all thought the bear 

would easily win, but the wolves won over the meal like an underdog would steal a championship from the supposed 

winner. Often, when we drive through the park, bears wander up to our car which always gives us a scare, but they 

quickly move on with their business. 

As the scorching water explodes out of the Earth, people stare in amazement. It soars up to one hundred eightyfive 

feet and continues for up to five minutes. Old Faithful is Yellow Stone’s most famous geyser and it gushes every sixty 

to ninety minutes. Although it is simply water shooting up from the ground, it is mesmerizing. It captivates your mind in 

amazement as you wonder how thousands of gallons of water can spew from earth’s crust every hour. The wild life of 

Yellow Stone National Park steers clear of this area because they know the water is not safe to drink. Natural minerals, 

chemicals, and heat react together to form the vivid colors in the hot springs and the thermal temperature of the water 

ranges anywhere from two hundred degrees to three hundred degrees. 

Many people have asked the question, where do the geysers, hot springs, mudpots, and fumaroles of Yellow 

Stone come from? All of those things are vents to a very large volcano that the park sits on. The volcano has not erupted 

in thousands of years, but if it were to erupt today, the effects would be devastating. Because of the immense size of the 

volcano, it is classified as a super volcano. The eruption itself would most likely kill the entire western half of North 

America. The ash cloud would spread into earth’s atmosphere and cover the world in a matter of weeks which could 

potentially cause another ice age because the ash cloud would block the sun’s ultra violet rays from warming the earth. 

However, ash inhalation would be the most likely cause of death for the world’s population. Although an extreme 

eruption of the super volcano is not likely in our generation, the National Park should still be feared, respected, and 

praised for its beauty. 


My Kind of Town: Kamas, Utah 

It’s as if time freezes right 

along with the rest of the 

town. 

The thing I like most about my 

town is Christmas time. 

Holiday cheer takes over the 

citizens as snowflakes fall 

from the sky. I couldn’t ask for 

a better place to be during the 

holiday season. 

Snow Globe by Cierra Coil 

Christmas in the Air, Christmas Everywhere 

All throughout winter, this small town transforms into a white wonderland. In the early morning it’s bitter cold. 

By December, the snow is at least three feet deep and we’re lucky if it gets above 40 degrees. Citizens are bundled up in 

coats and scarves with boots up to their knees. As you drive down Main Street and listen to the Christmas carols, the 

heater blasts your face and the seat warmer keeps you thawed. Slush crunches under the pressure of your tires. LED 

signs of Christmas trees, Santa sleighs, snowflakes and poinsettias are hung from each telephone pole. Neighbors wave 

as they pass you by. As it is such a small town with only 3000 people to populate it, everyone knows eachother. 

Citizens are filled with the holiday spirit. Faces are covered with brightness. Children laugh as they build 

snowmen in yards and spread themselves to make snow angels. Thick snowsuits and gloves don’t stop noses from 

running, fingers from freezing and smiles from forming. Snowflakes are constantly falling from the light gray sky. Fields 

of white blankets run on for miles until they are abruptly stopped by mountains surrounding our safe haven. On a small 

corner, a shop sells Christmas trees. Big and small pines fill the small gated area. The pine needles are soft to the touch. 

They lay over top of the snow on the ground of the small area like sprinkles on a cake. The smell of pine is fresh and crisp 

in the air. A simple coffee shop is the best place to get a hot chocolate. Topped with whipped cream and cocoa powder, 

the delicious drink warms your insides and tickles your taste buds. Gingerbread and snicker doodle cookies are a sweet 

aroma in every home. Holiday neighbor gifts flood countertops. Christmas cheer is everywhere. 

Around eight o’clock p.m., our town settles down for the night. The sun fades behind the mountain, but the 

town doesn’t go dark, at least not quite yet. The town is now lit with bright Christmas lights. Greens, reds, blues and 

whites are lined along houses. Christmas trees, covered with decorations of tradition and a bright star or angel on top 

are placed in the front window for everyone to see. During this time of year, we have a town contest to see who has the 

best lights and decorations. Many people in the town get into the contest seriously with hundreds of streamed lights 

and Santa sleighs on the rooftops. As it falls deeper and deeper into the night, the town begins to be untouched. The 

snow on the roads has no tire marks. The flakes fall, uninterrupted. Smoke flows from the fireplace out of rooftops and 

into the light mountain air. Porch lights flick off as the town settles for bed. In the same way as snow settles in a shaken 

snow globe, good night falls over the small town. 


My Kind of Town: Manti, Utah 

But the best view is when you look up and in 

the distance, you see the top of the Temple. 

Everything I Live For By: Bailie Kay Johnson 

The beautiful scenery of the best place on earth 

Manti is the most beautiful place in Utah. What I love most about my town is that it’s rich with color. The color in the 

summer is so bright and detailed. In the winter, the snow is so blinding it looks like heaven is really a place on earth. Manti is a small 

town but it’s big enough for our large Temple. At night, driving to Manti, you know you’re heading to the right town because even in 

the dark fog you can always see the lit up Temple. Manti is the town I grew up in and there is so much to do there. Well, only if you 

have a wide imagination. I love the sound of swarming summer bees and the wind brushing through the trees. I love the sound of all 

the children laughing and the warm sun baking. 

The weather there is ideal all year round. We are able to feel all four seasons and it is astonishing. The winters are frosty, 

the summers are roasting, the falls are chilly and the springs are humid. The smell of Manti is so clean. The smell of freshly mowed 

lawns mixed with wild flowers and cooled water that’s scent is brought down from the mountain. The corn is always being plucked 

from the west side of Manti where there are rows of corn nonstop. Driving past it looks like your mind is playing tricks on you. Some 

may think that because Manti is small it’s not a fun place. Manti really means everything to me. 

Driving through town on Main Street is what really excites me. There are houses that are over 100 years old and still look 

very nice. You see people walking more than any other town and you see children running down the side walk. But the best view is 

when you look up and in the distance, you see the top of the Temple. The most beautiful building in Manti and it was built in 1893. 

All of my family has lived in Manti at one point of their lives. Even when I take my friends there, they have an excellent time and 

mention the texture and feel of Manti which is enchanting. I have never lived anywhere else in my life until the year 2012. My family 

moved away, but every weekend I drive there and visit the little farm town I have grown to call my home. 

Any time I see the Sanpete County sign I rupture out a huge smile and immediately think, I’m thankful for the little county I 

grew up in. I’m more than proud to be the person I am today from the experiences through my community. Most of us are 

respectful to one another. We all love each other as family and are very welcoming and warm towards others. That is my kind of 

place. 


My Kind of Town: Provo, Utah 

Provo, Utah is home to BYU, a 

beautiful temple, lots of snow, 

and an ice rink that hosted the 

Winter Olympics in 2002. This 

city is wonderful year round 

and perfect for all ages. 

A Winter Wonderland: Miranda Adamson 

Provo is an amazing place to be in the winter, and the summers are just as great! 

It’s summer break and your parents decide to visit your family in Provo—“Oh, no!” You say? Well, you 

obviously don’t know much about this city; Seven Peaks, Mount Timpanogas, a zipline—there’s so much to do! In the 

winter you can have even more fun: Snowboarding, ice skating, sledding, it’s a winter wonderland with all the soft snow 

and magnificent mountains! 

Even if you aren’t the adventurous type, there are still an endless number of places to go in this wonderful city, 

such as: the BYU Museum of Art, Bridal Veil Falls, the Monte L. Bean Life Science Museum, and plenty of awesome 

college sporting events. There are few atmospheres quite like a BYU basketball game! 

Provo is home to 115,000 people with over 40 square miles to call its own. It is the third largest city in Utah, 

following Salt Lake and Ogden. The average temperature in July is 81.1 degrees, making it the perfect place to be in the 

summer. It receives 10-20 inches of snowfall each year. The city was settled in 1849 by Mormons, but Etienne Provost 

first came there in 1825. Provost named the Provo River after himself, and Provo Canyon is also named after the explorer. 

Provo is the most conservative city in the United States, according to one study, due to the high number of members of 

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (98%). Along with an LDS temple, a Missionary Training Center is in its 

boundaries. The Provo Municipal Airport is the second busiest airport in Utah. There are two malls and more than three 

dozen restaurants to go to. 

If you happen to get bored of Provo or just want a change of scenery, Salt Lake is less than an hour away with 

plenty of life and attractions such as skiing, clubs, museums, fishing, and boating! 

Provo is such a fun college town with plenty to do, no matter the weather or time of year! The people are so nice 

and the surrounding mountains are absolutely gorgeous. Kids have a lot of fun playing in the snow and everyone enjoys 

the cool summer temperatures. 

This college town is the cream of the crop, so come on over to Provo and fall in love, just like I did. 


My Kind of Town Salt Lake City UT, USA 

Home is where your heart is. It 

may leave our feet, but will stay 

in your heart forever. 

Best Snow, Worst Air by Brayden Fuller 

Salt Lake City, where the snow is perfect, but air that kills you faster than 

smoking tobacco. 

Hometown isn’t just where you live it’s where you love to be no matter the time of the year. Being in 

this place can automatically put you in a warm or good mood. This place can bring back meaningful 

memories and good times with friends and family. Home of the Winter Olympics in 2002, Salt Lake City is a 

well know City throughout the U.S. Salt Lake was a big impact in the early years of America. Pioneers settled 

in the early 1800’s by mostly Mormons. About 200 years later Salt Lake City is a very beautiful place to be 

in. people travel across the world just to come to see the Great Salt Lake and in the winter tourists come to 

snowboard and ski at our several amazing resorts in northern Utah. Utah is known for some of the great talent 

in many sports such as, football, basketball, soccer and other Olympic sports. 

Utah has a population of 2,763,885 and just the Salt Lake area has a population of 1,029,655! 

Downtown Salt Lake is known to have skyscrapers and a great city look. Utah Ute’s University is right in the 

middle of downtown where some of the biggest college football games were held and the great rivalry with 

the BYU Cougars and The Utah Utes is looked forward to by many people around the state and some in 

different states. The game of between BYU and Utah is getting more and more popular to watch. The Great 

Salt Lake is a well known land mark for northern Utah. A myth that most people may believe in is that it 

contains so much salt you can literally float on the surface and in some spots walk on top of the water. If you 

don’t believe so go try it out yourself and visit the Salt Lake valley and explore all the great things Salt Lake 

City has to offer. 


My Kind of Town: Brian Head, Utah 

My Passion by: Sierra Nason 

The wind whistling through the trees and the snow so fresh and gleaming 

Everyone has a special place they can go to that makes them feel like they’re in heaven, well mine is right there on the 

mountain! When I’m there I feel like nothing else in life matters, I can be myself and do my own thing. 

Brian Head is the best place to go to forget about everything and just board! Going up through the canyon in the winter 

time is the best part because you can look up at the mountains and see where the snow hasn’t stuck yet, and sometimes if you’re 

lucky you’ll see a few deer running around. All the snow and the tall pine trees make me feel like I have a little bit of Maine up on the 

mountain. 

Finally we get there and it’s time. We get all geared up, and then it’s off to the lift to start out an amazing day. When I’m on 

the lift, I love to look at all the people having a blast and the younger kids learning how to ski and snowboard. I get my bindings all 

done up, and before I know it, I’m off. The feeling of the first run of the season is the greatest because I can pick up where I left off 

last season and then I never want to leave. I love listening to the wind whistling through the trees and the snow so fresh and gleamy. 

I put my headphones on and just go for it. When I get to the bottom I just like to look up at the top and see all the tall trees that 

have the perfect amount of snow on them, the way it just falls from branch to branch. 

Off to the next run, Giant Steps. This is my favorite lift because it’s a fifteen minute lift which gives you time to rest and look 

at the view. The view from the top of Giant Steps is amazing! You can see for miles; all the gorgeous cabins covered in powdery 

snow and the lake on the other side all froze over and sparkly. Nobody is there to judge me because we’re all just trying to have a 

good time. After three hours of nonstop fun it’s time to eat. Walking into the lodge and the heat blasting you in the face just gives 

me the chills. It’s nice to rest and get warmed up while eating some tasty food before we go right back out to do some more runs. 

Snowboarding is a part of me; it’s my way of life so when I have the chance to escape from the world I take it. I couldn’t picture 

having a love for any other sport. 


My Kind of Town: St. George, Utah 

It has the most 

amazing sunsets 

that paint the 

evening sky with 

red and pink. 

Warm Summer Days by Brinley Showell 

A form of art in a small town 

Let me tell you a little bit about the town I grew up in. It’s not too small, but it’s definitely not big. It’s the 

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perfect size, like every town should be. It’s the kind of town where you walk down the street and immediately run into 

someone you know. You could go from one side of the town to the other within thirty-minutes. The traffic is never bad, 

and the crime rate is low. You can always find kids playing in their front yards, the town being their playground. 

The weather stays warm up to November, and even then it never gets too cold. It only snows twice a year, which 

is okay, because snow is not that great anyways. During the summer days when you walk down the boulevard, the trees 

are all in bloom. You can smell the freshly cut grass, and the warm cupcakes being made at Twenty-five Main. Old 

buildings surround you everywhere and you can walk into an antique candy store, Judds, for a refreshing treat to keep 

you cold on the hot summer day. 

When it rains here it’s not cold and gross. The rain here is beautiful. When it’s a summer day and pouring rain 

you are still warm. You can stand in the rain letting the cool drops hit your skin, cooling you off from the hot summer 

day. The smell of rain fill the air, you can smell it everywhere. Sometimes the sun still stays out and it’s perfectly sunny 

outside but rain is falling, capturing a sight that is rarely seen anywhere else. At the end, when the storm passes, without 

doubt you can look up in the sky and see a double rainbow stretch across the blue sky. 

At the end of the day, when you are relaxing in your backyard, the cool grass is against your skin and the warm 

air is keeping you from the cold, you can look up in the sky and see the most amazing sunset, painting the evening sky 

with red and pink. You sit there and stare at this breathtaking sunset capturing the moment thinking that you are 

looking at a painting, that there is no way that sunset could be that perfect. The sky grows dark and you are left under a 

million stars in the night sky, in this small town called St. George Utah. 


My Kind of Town: St. George, Utah 

When you lie in the green grass of one of the many parks, with an occasional 

cool breeze dancing across your face, nothing else matters. 

Living the Utah Dream by Christian Brown 

You never knew a desert could look this good 

St. George, Utah is a paradise. An oasis in the desert, St. George rises from dreary scenes of sagebrush 

and tumbleweeds and acts as a refreshing glass of cool water to the traveler that passes through. It is 

surrounded by regal red rocks which seem to not only serve as a barrier to the small city, but as a scenic picture 

frame for a work of art. As you take a tour of the rustic little town, buildings seem to jump out. A beautiful 

white edifice stands stark against the red rock; an LDS temple is the centerpiece of town. Its gleaming radiance 

serves as a guide for many who live there. Other buildings, such as the Tabernacle, the Library, the Leisure Arts 

Center, and many more all seem to be extensions of the crimson cliffs surrounding them. They look elegant, 

and many of them hold not only practical but historical value. 

Although St. George may not have many trees, the lush greenery that the town does have splashes life 

into the desert. If anything can beat the beauty of the green trees against the red rocks against a pale azure sky, 

it is when the sun goes down, and the city lights illuminate a brilliantly lit temple, shining almost as if in 

defiance of the deep red rocks the night creates. Truly, the town is a red Eden in its own right. 

St. George is the perfect combination between city excitement and small town hospitality. In the winter, 

the town plays host to many visitors escaping from the frigid weather of the north. The streets become more 

crowded and the traffic becomes more clogged, but for many of the year round residents, this isn’t a problem. 

The spirit of St. George is one of taking what you have and making the best of it. People who live here look at 

the beauty carved from nothing and keep the same spirit to make the best of any situation. Though the 

summers tend to be hotter than a furnace, many learn to live as though in a hot tub without the water. If you 

just relax into the heat, soon the warmth will be pleasant. In fact, the summers in town are my favorite. After all 

the snowbirds have left, when everything quiets down, there seems to be a pleasant peace in the city. When you 

lie in the green grass of one of the many parks there, with an occasional cool breeze dancing across your face, 

nothing else seems to matter, just the quiet serenity of a town where everything is good. 


My Kind of Town: St. George, USA 

Live a life worth 

cheering about, 

and live it with the 

people who care 

about you most. 

The way it’s meant to be by Dallen Earl Rosenkrantz 

St. George - the place you want to live 

It’s hot, it’s dry, and there isn’t anything really interesting about St. George. So why do we live here? 

It’s because almost everybody who lives here is awesome. It’s a place where everybody knows your name, and 

their always glad you came. Making your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got. Taking a break 

from all your worries, sure would help a lot. You want to be where you can see our troubles are all the same. 

You want to go where people know, people are all the same. Well, cheers for St. George, it’s the place for you. 

There aren’t many other places with people as nice as this. If you like worry free, this is the place you want to 

be. It’s the people who make the place, not the other way around. In St. George you don’t have to worry 

about getting mugged, or robbed; and if you do find yourself in trouble, you can always count on your 

neighbors to help you. Because St. George has a lot of golf courses, it has a lot of old people too; and a lot of 

old people means a generally laid back feel of society. Along with the people being helpful, the land is truly 

beautiful. Because it’s hot and dry, the land is covered in features only found in the desert. There is red rock 

that looks like it goes on forever, lava rock pouring over plateaus, and all the other beauty that comes with 

being a desert. Being a kind of a medium sized city, it’s as fresh as a pie straight out of the oven, yet still has some 

flavor. There’s always something to do. Whether it’s hiking, biking, or just lounging around on the porch you can always 

be satisfied. If you do get bored, there are a lot of cool places nearby. There is Las Vegas, Zion, Moab, Salt Lake City, and 

the list goes on and on. So between the people and the area, it’s just a great place to live. 


My Kind of Town: Everywhere 

Describing each place using 

lyrics of songs by; Journey, The 

Animals, Beatles, Jason 

Aldean, Drake Bell, Alan 

Jackson, Rascal Flats, Justin 

Moore, Scorpion, Carrie 

Underwood, Tim McGraw, 

Billy Curington, and Johnny 

Cash 

My Towns 

A small story on every place I’ve been from North to South 

Just a city boy, born and raised in Salt Lake City, I lived here until I was 8 years old. It was a shady place, with a singer in a 

smoky room. Smell of wine and cheap perfume. All around people looking half dead, walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match 

head. But at night it’s a different world. We lived with my grandmother and when we moved she said to me, “He is leaving home, 

she’s leaving home, after living here for so many years. He’s leaving home…bye bye.” 

Next I lived in Enoch, a tiny town in the middle of the state. It was a tiny town with all that he said, she said. Ain’t it funny 

how rumors spread? I sit back know and think about them good old days the way I was raised in those southern ways. Enoch was 

beautiful in every way and the people always had the best advice. “Your greatest contributions are the ones you leave behind.” I was 

told one day by an older gentleman. When I turned 11 I hit the road again. My dad would always tell us kids that life was a highway. 

Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand, and sometimes you’ll turn your back to the wind, but there’s always light at the end of 

the tunnel to look forward to. 

Picture 

Next place to live was Hurricane and I spent a lot of time here. I remember we moved late at night and our electricity 

wasn’t on and when we finally pulled up to our new home my brother, Dakota, jumped out of the moving van and screamed at the 

top of his lungs, “HERE I AM! ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE!” I walked up to him, smacked the back of his head and told him, “This is 

our temporary home; it’s not where we belong. Windows and rooms, we’ll be passing through. This is just our stop on where we’re 

going.” I lived in Hurricane until I was 15 years old, and I did a lot of my real growing up in Hurricane. Hurricane was beautiful but a 

much older community, not very different than St. George. 

Back on the highway, in a way, and moved to little country town of Leeds. Leeds is where I live watching the green grass 

grow, the corn pop up in rows. We get a lot of visitors who are probably thinking that Leeds is where the rednecks come from. It’s 

almost as if all of Leed’s residents have a script to give directions, because all of the people will give you the same directions to get 

to Zion’s National Park, “Way up yonder past the caution light there’s a little store with an old U-Haul sign. You gotta stop and ask 

Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea. Then a left will take you to Hurricane, but a right will bring you right back to us.” 

I’ve loved everywhere I’ve lived. I’ve been everywhere, crossed the desert, and breathed the mountain air. I’ve been to Salt 

Lake City, Enoch, Mt. Pleasant, Hurricane, St. George and Leeds as well as everywhere in between. 


My Kind of Town: Flagstaff, AZ 

Flagstaff, Arizona is a beautiful mix of small town charm and the simplicity of 

the great outdoors; alive with culture, natural beauty, and history. 

Flourishing Flagstaff 

By: Alexa Salmon 

Many will say that the desert is too dry, too plain; boring, all the same. Arizona is known for its dry heat, and 

yes, there are many wide ranges of land that do not differentiate from each other much; but Flagstaff is different. It is 

located right in the middle of many extraordinary extremities and significant sights! 

Just west of this beautiful city is the amazing Colorado Plateau that has hundreds of thousands of tourists every 

year coming to witness for themselves the intriguing sight that has been miraculously brought up by natural causes. It 

lies west of the prominent Ponderosa Pine forest, the extreme varieties of gorgeous pines that inhabit the forest there 

have been known for their age and beauty. Flagstaff is just south of the highest mountain range in the state of Arizona; 

San Francisco Peaks. It is only about 10 miles north of the city, and has many great hikes and adventures waiting to be 

explored. The Kachina Peaks Wilderness has a gorgeous view, and is the highest peak in Arizona! Many say that the 

Wupatki National Monument is also one of the best attractions in Flagstaff! 

The best thing about this city, beside its alluring beauty, is its mix of small town charm, and simplicity of the 

great outdoors. There is so much to do while in Flagstaff, whether it takes a little bit of travel time to get there, or it may 

be just around the corner, it is all so worth it! The weather also helps in the attractions as it makes it so much easier to 

have a great time with the great temperatures. Even in the winter, it does not get too far below 50 degrees Fahrenheit, 

which makes for year round fun! The majority of people in Flagstaff have experienced most of this great excitement for 

themselves, so being a tourist traveling through is not too hard or discouraging for just about anyone. 

Much like other parts of Arizona there are many varieties of fruit trees lining the neighborhood streets. Plenty to 

go around! It is definitely something that adds to the general sight and smell of Flagstaff; the colors make it irresistibly 

beautiful, and the smell makes it all seem so much lighter and happier. Also making the great weather even more 

enjoyable; the plentiful golf courses and country clubs are a great addition to the relaxing enjoyment of this city. 

Of so many reasons to visit Flagstaff, Arizona, it is a wonder anyone ever leaves. It is a beautiful city with so 

many things to offer. Whether you are looking for a good physical challenge with a gorgeous view waiting at the end, or 

just a relaxing day in the beautiful sunshine, this is the city to come to. So many options, it’s as if it’s a whole new world. 


My Kind of Town: Phoenix, AZ 

Phoenix has tall buildings and all the 

characteristics of a big city but when looked at 

closely it is absolutely beautiful in every way. 

Valley of the Sun by Tyler Mason 

Phoenix is a busy city that shows it true beauty in everyday living. 

In this wonderful city the sun is almost always shining, the sky is almost always blue, and you can almost always 

see the mountains that surround the valley. It’s not called the Valley of the Sun for no reason. The sun sits high in the sky 

as if it were watching over the city just about every day of the year. Sure it gets hot during the summer months but I find 

it much easier to get cool when it’s hot then to get warm when it’s cold and wet. There is sure to be tons of swimming 

parties through all of the summer months and the heat only makes for a ton of fun. 

Most cities of its size in America don’t have beautiful clear skies like Phoenix. Phoenix is like a rough person with 

a sweet heart. It’s filled with people but absolutely gorgeous when you see its true nature. When you look up into the 

sky you can see a radiant blue sky full of life. This is also the case when it comes to the city itself as well. 

There is never a quiet night in a city like this one. There is always a party somewhere you could be attending. 

Since it is a big city, all the popular bands and artist want to play there. So there are hundreds of concerts every year 

held in big arenas for thousand to hear. The music is loud and can be heard for miles around stadiums such as 

Diamondback Stadium. I love Phoenix because when you are bored, it’s your own fault; because there is always 

something you could be doing. 

Sports are another huge part of the Phoenix culture. They have teams such as the Cardinals, Diamondbacks, and 

Suns. Games are played several times a week and everyone in town is sure to be watching at least one of them. There is 

also a very prominent NASCAR track located in Phoenix for all of those rednecks who just want to go fast. Phoenix is full 

of life and excitement, it’s just a matter of getting out and finding it. 

When you are in the heart of downtown Phoenix many different scents come across your nose. That of a shrub 

called Sage Brush is one of the most popular smells. They grow like weeds all around the desert. Another thing you 

smell while in Phoenix is food. There is always a nearby food shop or vender that wants to draw you in by the delicious 

smells of their food. This place is a home away from home for me and it will forever stay that way. 


My Kind of Town: Havasupai Grand Canyon 

When I listen close I can hear the slight whistle that whispers through the trees 

The Song of the Canyon by Brycen Williams 

It is a perfect place to be, full of serenity and beauty 

It is not an easy thing, to hike to the bottom of the Grand Canyon. It is a twelve mile long hike, but it feels much 

longer. The Canyon walls provide shade from the sun, but its heat still finds its way through. The trail is uneven and 

bumpy. When I stop to rest, swarms of bugs assail me. Many people ride horses through the canyon leaving behind a 

waste that seems to crawl up my nostrils. Almost the entire hike my feet hurt, the sun is blasting, and bugs are attacking. 

There are times that I wondered if this hike was really worth it. That is until I reached the destination. 

Somehow, when I arrived at the bottom, the smell disappeared. A new smell danced on my nose. Now it was a 

sweet scent of trees and water. It smelled as if it had just finished raining and everything was beautiful and clean. The 

bugs were replaced with birds singing soulful sonnets. Their chirps played songs that went on for days. In the distance I 

could hear the rushing of water and the constant crashing of it at the bottom of a waterfall. However, my favorite sound 

was more discrete than these. It tries to hide behind natures many other sounds, but when I listened close; I could hear the 

slight whistle that whispered through the trees. 

Although many people come to Havasupai, it feels like complete and constant solitude. The day time is busy with 

kids running around jumping in the water holes, while the adults test their valor by jumping off of the waterfalls. I watch 

as some perform tricks and land gracefully in the water, while others are not so graceful and belly flopped. In some areas 

the water forms small pools with miniature waterfalls perfectly formulating around a grove of trees. These areas are my 

favorite. It is a perfect place to be, full of serenity and beauty. 

Finally nightfall begins to creep up on the cliffs. Slowly the shadows on the cliff side glide up the canyon wall 

until it is completely covered. The sun slowly slips down toward the towering horizon. 

Every day I spend down here the more I gain a familiarity with the songs of the birds, the rush of the water, and 

the whistle of the trees. Sadly, the time always comes when it is time to leave. As I walk, I quietly say goodbye to all my 

favorite things. The hike back out is nothing like the hike in. The bugs are gone, the sun is cool, the smell is sweet, and the 

hike is short--too short. 


My Kind of Town: San Diego, California 

San Diego was claimed for Spain by the traveler Juan Rodriguez Cabrillo and 

was later named by Spanish explorer Sebastian Vizcaino who named it after 

one of the ships that made the voyage to the bay, The San Diego. 

Home by the Pacific by Chloe Carman 

The wondrous Pacific Ocean where the weather is always just right and the 

scenery makes everything feel complete. 

When it comes to the word, “home” there is only one place I think of every single time. San Diego always has 

and always will feel like home. There are a lot of things about San Diego that just make it seem so perfect. It is never 

blistering hot or bone chilling cold it is always comfortable. On summer days the weather can be a warm sunny day they 

towards the afternoon a gentle breeze will come by and caress you from the heat. When you are by the bay you can 

breathe in the oceanic air and by the end of the day when the sun begins to set the lights on the skyscrapers begin to 

turn on and the city comes to life. The lights reflect off the water like light through a prism. 

Another thing that is wonderful about San Diego is the atmosphere that radiates off the town. It has the feeling 

of that your almost free to do what you please but within reason of course. The people are generally polite and friendly 

even to strangers and there is always something to do. You can walk along the harbor, or check out all the cute little 

shops in Seaport Village or learn some history on the Midway or go to Balboa Park to the Natural History Museum. If 

you’re in that area you have to go see all the furry friends at the San Diego Zoo. If those aren’t your thing you can go to 

Coronado, Qualcomm Stadium or Petco Park. 

San Diego has different parts within the city. There are the wondrous mountains of Ramona where you will find 

the town of Julian. Here the apple pie will make you think twice about taking a bite of any other pie. If you head to the 

east of San Diego you will find the Historical San Diego Mission and Old town. If you head to the west you will find the 

wondrous Pacific Ocean where the weather is always just right and the scenery makes everything feel complete. This is 

where I always feel at home. Every time I drive back I know I am home when I am on the interstate fifteen and I can see 

the Ocean and the cluster of skyscrapers off in the distance. 


My Kind of Town: Portland, Oregon 

From the rainy weather comes fresh, clean air and lively trees. 

Weird Beauty by Nikki Frampton 

Portland has the thrill of a big city and the comfort of a cozy town at the same 

time 

I was drawn into Portland the second I saw it’s beautifully nurtured landscape and artsy architecture as I was flying in the 

airplane. I heard a lot of great things about Portland, but I didn’t believe it could be as beautiful as people said. My older sister, Meg, 

was going to a conference in Portland and decided to take me along because I always wanted to see what it was like. I remember 

speaking to a woman who told me that heaven exists in Portland. So, in the middle of summer, we took off to check out the great 

Northwest. The second I stepped on its’ sovereign land, I instantly knew that I was going to love it. From the delicious and famous 

Voodoo doughnuts to the incredibly majestic Forest Park, I knew that Portland was a place that I wanted to live. I breathed in the 

fresh air, smelling crisp pine and felt rejuvenated and alive as if I just woke up from a long restful nap. 

Portland has my name written all over it- it’s one of the most vegetarian, bike, and dog friendly cities in the U.S. There are 

literally roads specifically just for bikes, restaurants with only vegetarian food, and clothing stores for dogs. Also, art is very 

appreciated and valued there. It is very affordable for a city, environmentally friendly, and the no sales tax is a plus. Also, for me 

being an outdoor-person and nature lover, this place is just exceptional. I was completely astounded by how green it was- I didn’t 

know such a place existed these days. There were gorgeous green trees alongside the roads, and the whole city was being hugged 

and caressed by large, vibrant trees. There was also a large river in the city, and the view is outstanding from the bridges. 

The food is excellent- there is a large variety and a lot of the restaurants are organic and healthy. Also, the coffee is the best 

coffee I’ve ever had. We spent a lot of time in the antique coffee shops. The downside to Portland is the gloomy and rainy weather. 

However, from the rainy weather comes fresh clean air and lively trees. So, it is worth it. The best thing about Portland is that it is 

fun city with lots of people, but you can still get away from all the hustle and bustle only twenty minutes away. One of the things we 

did was watch a movie, but here’s what makes Portland different- it was a large theatre room with a bunch of different sofas 

scattered about each with their own tables for food. Portland also carries the largest independent book store in the United States. 

Being a book lover, you could imagine that I spent a couple of hours in there. The people in Portland are so friendly, open-minded, 

and different. I will never forget the awesome time I had in Portland, and I will be back there soon. Portland definitely is “weird” and 

that is why I love it. 

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November 2013

My Kind of Town: Coos Bay, Oregon 

There is no time as perfect to 

visit the Oregon Coast than in 

the middle of the summer. 

Everything is just about 

perfect, from the temperature 

to the weather to the wildlife 

that is commonly found there. 

The Coast at its Best by Garrett Larson 

This is where the sea was meant to be seen 

There is no more perfect time to visit the Oregon Coast than in the summer. The beaches are clear, the whales 

are passing by, the crabs and sea lions are at the climax population, and the temperature is just above freezing. Possibly 

the best part about coast is that there is a very small amount of people—relatively none! You can enjoy the silence that 

is offered by lack of work. All you can hear is the splashing of the tide and the squawking of the gulls. Peace is primarily 

provided by the pacific waves, whereas the scorching sun seldom shares its burning heat with us, providing a nice coo. l 

place to relax. For the most part, the sun is completely concealed by the gigantic clouds, which promise light rain nearly 

every night. In a way, the coast is the epitome of calmness. 

Every year (usually in July) almost forty people gather in one place with a single common purpose: To try to 

catch some crabs. It seems like a strange gathering—and for the most part it is—but if you can catch a few, it just might 

be worth it. Those who say they don’t like the taste of crab most likely haven’t tried it fresh. There is little other seafood 

that can rival such a meal as crab. The air is cold even though it is the middle of the summer. It is about twenty degrees 

on average, which can chill a person to the bone, but with a couple jackets on and your mind on fishing, you hardly even 

notice it. 

When you travel up a while from the coast, you come across some nice towns. All along the streets you can see 

dozens of tourist traps luring you in with the showmanship of their storefront. Every town has at least one restaurant 

with “Award-Winning Clam Chowder” leaving many to wonder how many awards there are for such a category. In 

general, I believe that there is no better place to get seafood than the Oregon Coast. All of the crabs, lobster, salmon, 

cod, crawfish, and a whole load of other fish are caught just a mile or so from where they’re sold. Fresh food is frequent 

near the coast. 

The wildlife that you can see at the coast is incredible. One of the most notable places for wildlife is known as 

the Sea Lions’ Cave. It is the largest sea cave in the world and has been accommodated for human safety. Depending on 

the time of year, you can see as many as four-hundred sea lions in a single cave. If you are lucky, you can also see a 

couple whales. 

The coast is definitely the most amazing place that I have ever been to. If given the choice, I would definitely go 

back for more vacations. 


My Kind of Town: Bainbridge Island, USA 

“A quaint, quiet, 

little culture of 

people; engulfed in 

a natural haven of 

lush, green beauty. 

A Sanguine Shelter by Vincenzo Porter 

In a place so green and beautiful, how could it not rain all the time? 

Bainbridge Island, just a thirty minute ferry boat ride off the coast of Seattle Washington’s pier 52, is a relic 

among all tourist attractions. It is bold and very much alive with the flavor of beauty. From the second you glide 

seamlessly into the surreal bay of Bainbridge you begin to feel the essence of something more than just place; you start 

to feel like you have arrived home. The glass water beneath the boat ripples endlessly as if the heavens were motivating 

it to do so, and trees of every size and color paint the island as if it were done by Vincent Van Gogh himself. The fresh 

humid air surrounds you and reaches out to your very being with every breath you take; almost as if the island itself 

were calling to you, and the sound of peace sits still on its shoulders. 

When you step off the boat you enter a culture of people that are very down to earth, and well educated. 

Everyone smiles and walks around on the clean sidewalks, next to old historical buildings that have been well kept. The 

smell of coffee is well known as you pass many of the small shops the island conceals within its heart, and all the tourists 

are taken aback by the sheer beauty of the island itself. Every day is full of life on Bainbridge Island, and this is because 

Bainbridge is living. From my experience on the island, I can say without a doubt that the island was too pure and too 

beautiful to be anything less than living. Maybe not in the most literal way, but with a surface so lively and people so 

kind and courteous; it’s easy to get confused with the difference between literal and non-literal. Birds sing and the 

colorful leaves on the tall trees rustle in wind, and fall to the ground slowly. Bainbridge is just like the rest of 

Washington; it is the place of dreams, and once it has you, you never want to leave. 

In the world that we live in today it’s hard to notice the beauty in everyday things. People work too hard and are 

stressed by their careers, bills, and really just life itself. No one has the time to stop for a moment and take the slightest 

breath of fresh air; but when you are on Bainbridge Island you surface from the depths of life, inhale deeply, and 

become reminded of all the beauties that life has to offer.

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