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Personal Narrative First Draft After peeing in my sleeping bag on the first trip of the summer, I was not excited when my counselors told us we would be going on a canoeing trip. I did not let my counselors check my bag because I wanted to keep what I had done a secret.When I picked my two closest friends to be in my canoe, our counselors felt uneasy about it because we were the jokesters of the cabin. We assured them everything would turn out fine. After disregarding the directions, we headed out on the river. Our lack of paddling caused us to fall behind the rest of the canaoers quickly. About an hour later, we came across four other canoes from our cabin and it looked as if they all tipped. They called for our help as they struggled to …show more content…
We learned that he had tried swimming after the canoe and got hypothermia. Finally we were all together again and other canoes quickly came. They ditched us not knowing the seriousness of our problem because we ditched them earlier. Finally a set of counselors came to our rescue. We all went in separate canoes to go find our camping gear. About three miles down the river we spot the tip of a canoe just above water. We investigated and concluded it was ours. The canoe was submerged underwater so we had to use rope and a tree to get it out. We got in our canoe and eventually found our paddles. The people at our campsite fished all the bags out of the river as they passed. Our bags were drenched. I had to make my own shoes out of tree bark and sleep in the cold. This was only the first night of this horrible trip. Throughout my life I have had many experiences and made mistakes that I have learned from. However, different than other experiences, I have never learned so many lessons at once. I was an immature preteen and this trip opened up my eyes. One lesson I learned was karma. After neglecting the few canoes that asked for help, karma came into play. Not only did we tip our canaoe, we sunk it. Had we helped them when they needed it, the story might have gone differently. It was selfish of us and one could say that we deserved what we got. From that point on, never again have
But even though you packed and then overpacked for a destination, something unexpected can always happen. In the story, The Voyage of the James Caird, Ernest Shackleton and his men could not have prepared more than they did for their ship to sink in the Arctic Circle. They piled aboard a lifeboat where they sailed to reach a whaling station but the journey was very hard on them. Their equipment just wasn’t enough to keep up with what the ocean was throwing at them. Worsley, one of the members on the boat with them wrote that their while their coats kept them warm against the wind, they did nothing against the freezing temperature of the water splashing on their backs every five seconds.
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I've been four wheeling since I was about three. Id say its pretty fun when you're not busy crashing. My favorite thing about four wheeling is having the wind blow in my face, it makes me feel free in a way. When i'm with my family four wheeling nothing can stop us so you better watch out. My best experience while riding a four wheeler was when I was about nine my grandpa and my four year old sister were together on one four wheeler and I was on my own we were riding down the road when my grandpa said “ Aryona do you want to go down there?” i was a little scared at first, but he told me it would be okay, so i said “yes.” Once we got down there I was happy I decided to go because It was awesome! One of my favorite things about
I'm Jeffery the oxe and I recently completed the Oregon trail. In the beginning we started in Saint Louis, Missouri. We were waiting on the field for my food to grow, then I would be free fed.
I approach the rugged mountain, shielding my body from the nasty frost nipping at my exposed skin. The sun ever so lightly peeks over the horizon as I strap on my skis, lightly dusted with a thin layer of fresh snow. Although my body shivers unceasingly, I feel comforted by the surges of adrenaline pumping through my body. I skate briskly toward the ski lift to secure my place as the first person in line. On the slippery leather seats of the lift my mind races, contemplating the many combinations of runs I can chain together before I reach the bottom of the hill. I arrive at the peak of the mountain and begin building up speed. Floating on the soft snow, weaving through the trees and soaring over rocks, I feel as if I am flying. The rush of adrenaline excites me. I feed on it. I thrive on it. I am ski; I live for speed; I am an evolving technique and I hold a firm edge.
It was a warm rainy June night the humidity was high which made it even harder to breathe on the crammed boat. My family was asleep on the constantly rocking boat suddenly the boat shook, but my family was still fast asleep. I couldn’t seem to fall asleep so I got up and stepped out on the cold wet steel boats upper deck to get some air. When I got outside I realized that it was pouring bucket sized rain. I saw increasingly large waves crash furiously against the lower deck. Hard water droplets pelted my face, I could taste the salt water in my mouth from the spray of the ocean. Suddenly A massive wave slammed hard against the ship and almost swallowed the boat. Wind gusts started kicking up. I held onto the rail grasping it as if it were my prized possession. Suddenly I was blown
You know the feeling when everything’s perfect, and suddenly your heart just stops? The 1 hour 48 minute drive to Lake Ontario was just like any other. Movie playing, siblings arguing, music blasting. My family hosts our annual 4th of July party up by Cape Vincent. With the warm air filled with the scent of the grill, and the sounds of laughter and music,that weekend was turning out to be just like the rest. Or at least that’s what we thought. 1311 Failing Shores Lane was never quiet during any of the previous events, but for some reason a dead silence draped over the lot.
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“Come on, “ my counselor Emily screamed from shore. The quick rapids made it very difficult to dig our paddles into the river. My cabin was stopping to eat lunch on our Tuesday canoeing trip. On Saturday, we had traveled down to Brownstown, Indiana for a week full of friends, fun, and God. My church stayed at a retreat center called Pyoca. Every year on Tuesday, we would go on a canoeing or rafting trip depending on the water levels. Emily, Annabelle, my canoeing partner, and I sat along the sand bank waiting for other canoes to come in. Many other groups slowly went by, while we patiently waited for other groups to come in. I was so hungry, I couldn’t wait. Canoeing had zapped all of my energy, and had made me really hungry. I began to quickly wade out into the river, so I could help the other canoes come in faster. Someone screamed, “Be careful” from the bank. Nate Epple, a counselor of
I boarded this ship from Spain with hopes of finding treasure in a faraway land. My thirty men and I set sail in the first month of the year, however, our journey was setback by severe thunderstorms at sea in early May. The worst storm came on a dark night when I was sailing the ship while my men slept in their cabins. The waves came roaring overhead and pounded aboard.
As if to conclude our white water rafting adventure, members of my family began recalling which parts of trip they liked the most and which parts they disliked. My family and I decided that we enjoyed the trip and would like to do it again if we got the chance. We all had a lot of fun and got a chance to be together. I learned how fun, dangerous, and scary rafting can be.
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.
I awoke, there was a crash on the upper deck. I heard a thunderous crackling from my head above. I ran up the stairs and what I saw devastated me. The small wooden boat was completely coated in billowy flames."Help, help, somebody please!"I slowly moved towards the sound being careful to dodge flames as much as possible.
If I had my keys at that moment, I definitely would have packed up and left. Even with my gloves, coat, and hat, I still froze my behind off. I remembered a helpful tip my dad told me to help keep warm if I were ever really cold – exercise. Exercising would help get my blood flow going and would also give me something to do. I began jogging around the campground on the small gravel path. It did not take long for me to notice that I did feel warmer. I can so vividly remember my campfire in the distance beckoning to me like a lighthouse on the oceanside. After fifteen minutes, I decided to head