Natures Superb Artistry: Angels Camp :: Free Descriptive Essay About A Place

Natures Superb Artistry Angels Camp The reason for my trip to the caverns in Angels Camp is not glorious or inspirational. My husband, Joe, and I own a timeshare and we had to use up some of our points or lose them. We usually go to places on the beach or skiing resorts. regrettably those resorts were not available on such short notice. Therefore, we were stuck with going to Angels Camp. I began doing some research on Angels Camp, looking for some exciting things we could do there. Yet, I wasnt thrilled by what I found. There were only a few entertainment choices and most of them sounded boring and strictly for senior citizens. We could pan for g hoar, visit caverns or participate in the annual Grape Stomp. I had prepared myself for the reality of a laid back, uneventful weekend. Thankfully, I was proven wrong. By the time we leftover the sleepy town of Angels Camp, population 3,000, we vowed that we would be back soon. We had a wonderful, down home, friendly experience. Everyone that we encountered was pleasant and welcoming, the food was great and the caverns were amazing. We even enjoyed watching people describe up their pants and use their feet to stomp grapes. Angels Camp has a magical, inviting spirit. The main street is about two blocks long and it looks like a scene from an old western movie. There are even a few old time saloons. The forest surrounding Angels Camp was beautiful and invigorating. When I was walking close to outside, I took a deep breath and was exhilarated by the smell of pine trees. The shops were quaint and the shopkeepers/owners took the time to personally get to know each customer. Overall, the aviation and surroundings of Angels Camp were one of a kind. The locals seemed proud of their caverns and encouraged us to visit them. Joe is somewhat of a Discovery Channel freak and he judge this would be his chance to participate in an exploration similar to the ones he had seen on T.V. As we drove up the long, winding road towards the cavern, we had no judgement what to expect. When we pulled into the driveway all that we could see was a small parking lot and a wooden cabin about the size of a small house. I was looking everywhere for the cavern, but it was nowhere in sight.