There could be more than one definition of a beautiful place; they all differ from each other. For example, the sight and sound of ocean waves colliding with each other as they ooze onto the shore of the beach could be a definition of a beautiful place; however, the sight of gleaming city lights with the glowing silver shine of the moon resting in the sky could also be a definition of a beautiful place. Hume Lake Christian Camp is my definition of a beautiful place. It is located in the Sequoia National Forest in Hume, Fresno County, California. As we, as campers, arrived closer to the camp, our pupils dilated and jaws dropped in awe, reminding me of a child on Christmas morning as he set his eyes on the glamorous pine tree and the sparkling gifts wrapped neatly under it.
…show more content…
The cluster of people began to meet at the campfire site. The orange flames illuminated the campfire pit; they swayed rapidly as if they were performing a celebration dance. The crackling fire casted large shadows around the dark area. The fire’s intensity fluctuated. The flames gleamed orange and vermillion at its tips, and gold, cream, and lily-white at its core. Many surrounded the campfire, hoping the high temperature would warm up their hands. The high amount of heat produced by the fire brought warmth to my cold hands. The smell of the burning wood and pine needles became prominent in the area. Smoke rose from the pit and stretched up into the night sky, disappearing seven feet above the fire into the darkness. Darkness gradually disappeared as the large fiery ball awoke. The luminous pearl in the sky began to fade. The pines that were once invisible, appeared as silhouettes, casting shadows upon the earth. The livid mountains in the distance began to recover their visual clarity. The sky began to transform into its blue color. Orange light shined across the horizon. The once bottle-colored grass transformed into its original chartreuse
The cluster of people began to meet at the campfire site. The orange flames illuminated the campfire pit; they swayed rapidly as if they were performing a celebration dance. The crackling fire casted large shadows around the dark area. The fire’s intensity fluctuated. The flames gleamed orange and vermillion at its tips, and gold, cream, and lily-white at its core. Many surrounded the campfire, hoping the high temperature would warm up their hands. The high amount of heat produced by the fire brought warmth to my cold hands. The smell of the burning wood and pine needles became prominent in the area. Smoke rose from the pit and stretched up into the night sky, disappearing seven feet above the fire into the darkness. Darkness gradually disappeared as the large fiery ball awoke. The luminous pearl in the sky began to fade. The pines that were once invisible, appeared as silhouettes, casting shadows upon the earth. The livid mountains in the distance began to recover their visual clarity. The sky began to transform into its blue color. Orange light shined across the horizon. The once bottle-colored grass transformed into its original chartreuse