West Elk Creative Writing

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It all started on a brisk fall day in late October. The day dawned sunny and crisp, with a light cool breeze. As I drove to Annelise’s house with the sun just above the horizon, the excitement of the adventure waiting before me raced through my veins. When I arrived at Annelise’s house, she was waiting on her door step, with her backpack at her side. She hastily grabbed her pack and dashed to the car. As Annelise jumped into the car, she shouted with glee in her voice, “Good morning, Mabel! What a perfect day for a backpacking trip through the West Elk Wilderness.” As we drove Annelise and I chattered like a couple of chipmunks about the adventure before us. Not only were we excited about the backpacking trip, we were excited about going on the trip without parents. We had both just turned eighteen and had just started college. We were enjoying our freedom and independence, just like two fledglings leaving the nest. We knew it all and we were on top of the world! We finally arrived at the trailhead and while signing in, we realized there was not a single other person on the trail. We were truly on our own! The thought of being on the trail alone was both exciting and …show more content…

I was cautiously focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, as Annelise was skipping across the log ahead of me. All of a sudden, I heard a shriek, a thud, and a splash. Since I had my eyes on my feet I did not see what happened, but I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach of what had just happened to Annelise. As I slowly took my focus from my feet to my surroundings in front of me, I saw Annelise half submerged on her back in the stream. As I looked upon the spectacle below me, Annelise exclaimed, “DON’T SAY A WORD!” Luckily, Annelise did not get hurt, and what could have been a disaster was only temporary, since the clothing we were wearing could dry quickly and our gear was stored away in waterproof

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