Rickert Canoe Narrative Essay

1 Narrative Rickert Canoe Mysteries
One early afternoon in August all my family’s friends [The McKays, Golms, Matthews, Walkers, and the other McKays] and I went canoeing on the Ausable River up north. As the time started to creep up to 3:00pm and we had just finished our canoe trip. Almost everyone was already docked. Or that’s what I thought. The Golms had already taken the van and went back to the cabin. Do we have everyone? What if someone was left behind? That would stink; I wondered. Next, in a split of a second a huge rustic gray van came to take the canoes back to the rental store, and us back to our trucks. This van reminds me of the vans youth takes to church camp. Alex and I helped load the heavy steel boxes into the trailer hooked up to the back of the van.The two men weren’t very nice, they were kind’ve cranky, and the van smelt as if cheese sat in there for ages. One man was older maybe fifty years old. and the other man was most likely in his twenties.

I need to get my towel out of their canoe,” Explained Alex. “Mom do you know where Mr.MIke, Mrs. Keri, and Matthew are at?” “I don’t know Bug,” -That’s my nickname. I picked up Mom’s cell phone and dialed Mrs. Keri’s phone number.Twenty minutes had passed and Mrs. Keri had finally answered her iPhone. “Do you guys happen to know where you are at?” I asked with politeness. That’s hard to describe because the entire river looks the same. “Did you pass the first camp