A few weeks ago, specifically in August 6h, I had been riding in my sister’s cramped car on the way to Rochester, New York for the simple reason of my great-aunt’s birthday. But really, it had turned into more of a family reunion on my father’s side, though, with close to one hundred people coming to New York from different parts of the country. My sister, my brother, and I had come from Northeast Ohio; our father, stepmother, and two stepsisters had come from Florida on a plane.
They’d, of course, gotten there far before we did. But once we were there, we all crammed into my dad’s rented SUV and headed over to the place where the canal boat was docked, fifteen minutes from the hotel.
The canal boat had two levels, the top level of which did not have a roof, a nice relief from the hot, un-air-conditioned crowd of people below. For the next few hours, I wandered about saying hello to random people and suffering through most people asking the same things: “How old are you? What grade are you going to be in? Are you excited about the new school year?” There were, thankfully, a few more interesting conversations, such as the conversation I had with my father’s cousin, which was about a person falling off of a boat.
Near the end, the cake was served, which I did not particularly like. And soon after, the boat pulled back into the dock, signifying the end of our wonderfully breathtaking canal boat ride.
We returned to our hotel, my father, stepmothsister
sister, brother, and I, where I was forced to share a bed with my sister. We drove back in the morning. Not the most exciting trip ever, but it is the history of this picture. After all, history is a record of the past, and it was what happened, I enjoyed it.
The reason we went to Rochester, besides to be reunited with family members we hadn’t seen in years, was to celebrate my great-aunt’s eightieth birthday. So there was the singing of the birthday song from everyone on the boat, from both beautiful singers and tone-deaf singers; and there was a giant marble sheet cake with lavender-colored frosting that I thought tasted like sawdust; and everyone dressed semi-formal, which is just formal for me, I don’t own a dress or anything like it. It was a birthday celebration, a custom, a cultural trait. The only little bit of culture we all share, as none of us have the same beliefs or laws or art or ways of living. Just a simple birthday celebration: it’s all my extended family has in common.
On the way to Rochester, my sister had to look for gas stations often, because the price of gas was always high where we saw it. She had waited until we finally got to Rochester, always thinking there would be something cheaper, but they’re never was. She’d ended up paying $3.99. The reason for this probably had to do with scarcity, with the fact that the United States is a market economy. Gas stations can raise their prices higher because of a higher demand for gas due to the larger population in New York than in Ohio, and more people are willing to pay the higher price of this non-renewable resource, gasoline.
On the canal boat, some people worked, such as the captain, the barista re was a small bar on the bottom level), and a few people who checked the engine and made sure people didn’t do stupid things like try to touch the bottom of a bridge when the boat went underneath one. They were human resources, one of the three types of resources in economics, the study of how people manage resources.
The government of somewhere or something is whoever makes and enforces laws or rules. On the boat, there were a few rules: if you’re on the top deck, be sitting in a chair and do not go up the stairs when going under a bridge; do not go into the engine room; and if you’re on the bottom deck, do not stick any parts of your body out the window. All of which the people working on board followed, so the government on board the boat was a limited government, where everyone follows the rules. On the highway, however, there are some rules not followed by law enforcement, such as the speed limit. Traffic cops go faster than the speed limit when chasing civilian-owned cars were going above the speed limit first. Even if it is necessary, it makes it an unlimited government.
Canals are man-made, and created by digging a large trench and filling it with water; it was once a very effective mode of transportation. The canal my family and I had ridden on was the Erie Canal, and the part of it we were on sometimes went through dense forest, and other times went through parts of the city of Rochester. Rochester is located in the state of New York, on the west side, only about six miles south of Lake Ontario. The state of New York is in the Northeastern region of the United States. It is south of Canada; north of Pennsylvania and New Jersey; and west of Connecticut, Massachusetts, and Vermont. To get there, my sister had driven on several highways, I remember one we traveled on for 176 miles (according to Philip, my sister’s GPS), and those are man-made, like the canals, but are much more efficient for travel. These facts represent the five themes of geography, which is the study of people, places, and the environment; the five themes are movement, region, human-environment interaction, location, and place.