Tammy Notz Period 3 Outdoor World. When I first got to Outdoor World, as we drove down the small paved road, all I saw were trees. As we proceeded further down the road I saw a small playground on the right. The further we got the less trees there were, and more cabins, tents, and Motor homes appeared. I looked around and noticed people in bathing suits, who I assumed just came from a pool, but would later learn that they just stepped out of a lake. When I stepped outside I took a deep breath and I could smell the warm summer air and the mossy lake. The rocks and stick beneath my feet poked me though my flip-flops. I felt like we had just stepped into nature, until I reached the game room. The smell of artificial cold air filled my lungs, manmade cold air. Connected to the game room was an indoor swimming area. When I took my first breath I almost choked on the thick, strong scent of chlorine. There were giant mushrooms dumping out water onto laughing and screaming little kids. I then opened the doors to go outside, on the other side of the campground, to find another swimming pool with a deck. From the deck you could see the lake. I decided to check it out, and when I took off my flip-flops to walk to the lake, the thick grains of the sand jabbed at my feet. The sand was hot, and painful. When I finally reached the lake I stuck one of my feet in and felt hardly anything. The water was about the same temperature as the air. There were lots of people splashing and laughing in it. I turned around and saw that from the lake you cold walk straight back onto the campground, so I did. I saw more tents, more motor homes, and more people. I also passed a mini-golf area. I passed a few smokers standing outside of the snack bar and was angered, until I realized that I was still outside, even though we had to pay to get in. I preceded on and passed campers making lunch at a picnic table. I kept walking and saw a small building with a sign that read, “Restrooms/Showers.” I decided to check them out, only to find myself plugging my nose and batting away bugs. I got out of the bathrooms as quickly as I could. Outside was a water fountain. I decided to take a sip. The water was cold, but not freezing, and it has a coppery taste that stuck to my tongue. I kept walking and began to smell fresh fires and burnt hotdogs. The more I walked the more I felt like I was actually camping. There were more trees further out in the woods, less rocks, and more twigs. The sun wasn’t so strong because of the shade created by the trees. There were a few tents set up here and there, but mostly it was quiet. Once it began to get darker I decided to head back to our campsite. On the way I passed bright, smoky fires that lit up the campground. Everyone was cooking dinner on their fires, and roasting marshmallows. After eating I noticed that everyone’s fires began to die down, so I figured I could go to sleep. Once everyone was in his or her tents, RVs, and cabins I heard less talking and laughing and more crickets. As I drifted off the sleep I didn’t smell the smoke from all the fires, but instead I smelled faint skunk smells and grass. I was asleep before I knew it, and awake even faster. The dew from the night before settled on the tent but was drying quickly from the hot sun. I woke up to hear and smell the same things I heard and smelled when I had first got there. Children laughing, parents yelling, smoke from fires, and chlorine. I walked out of the tent and saw all of the other tents, and motor homes, and cabins and laughed. People came here to get away from all of the manmade distractions of everyday life, but everything at this campsite was just as manmade as everything out in the “real world.” I giggled, and then took a walk.