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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 …show more content…
a boys group, also wanted to stop at the same sand bank, so he called in all of his boys. (Nate is over 6 feet tall and very muscular.) All of his groups had already gotten out of their canoes. I was really excited when my group’s canoes started to come in. I pulled them closer to the shore, so Emily and Nate could help them. We were still waiting for one group, when I heard distant voices down the river. Quinn, Maria, and Maddie were slowly paddling up ahead. I laughed because it looked like they still hadn’t figured out how to steer their canoe. My counselors, Emily, Allison, Danika, and Nikki, pulled our lunches out of a large brown paper bag. I was so excited to eat because I was starving. I hadn’t eaten breakfast that morning because I hadn’t been feeling good. The kitchen staff for our church had made us a ton of food. There was at least 20 sandwiches, chip bags, and drinks. There was also two full containers of chips ahoy. Emily said a quick prayer to bless our food, and everyone began to stuff their faces. Annabelle and I finished quickly, and went out to the river to swim.
The frigid water was as cold as winter’s air on Christmas morning. We swam against the current for a while, then relaxed on our backs as it carried us down the river. We repeated this for a while waiting for everyone else to finish their lunch. Annabelle and I ran back to the bank, soaking wet after almost everyone had finished. Nate was standing up, and our eyes locked. He knew exactly what I was planning on doing. I ran toward him and got him all wet. He immediately lunged forward, grabbing me and picking me up over his head. Everyone on the bank laughed as I slap at his arms, knowing it is useless. “Nate, let me go,” I screamed loudly in his ear. He ignored my request. On his steps towards the river, I don’t give up. His grin makes me more mad and I slap at him harder. His green, camouflage camping hat sits on top of his head. A thin strap holds it on his head. I reach for it as he throws me into the river. My hand narrowly misses the hat and I go flying into the river. Large amounts of water splash around
me.
He fig-ured that the normal half hour walk home might take as long as two hours in snow this deep. And then there was the wind and the cold to contend with. The wind was blowing across the river and up over the embankment making the snow it carried colder and wetter than the snow blanketing the ground. He would have to use every skill he’d learned, living in these hills, to complete the journey without getting lost, freezing to death, or at the very least ending up with a severe case of frostbite be-fore he made it back to Ruby.
In this story, Will remembers that his mother chose to rent a row-boat instead of a canoe because “a row-boat was safer” (233). The irony strikes the reader when their row-boat collides with a rock and springs a leak, causing the children to fear for their lives. In the more current story, Harlen and Luise convince Will to purchase a canoe so that they can all go boating together. In the inaugural trip, though, the canoe began to take on water. After Harlen urges him to start bailing water, Will realizes that “[they] didn’t have anything to bail with” (235), and soon, the canoe flips, sending Harlen and Will into a stream of rapids....
That wasn't so damn much fun after a while. He never got mad about it, either. I've beat the hell outa him, and he coulda bust every bone in my body jus' with his hand, but he never lifted a finger against me. " ” I inched closer to the edge, looking down at the roaring waters.
I have been to a place that has lots of interesting snow and others. It is Lake Tahoe. It is a place that I will never get bored of that it has a lot of snow! Mostly you could do anything with snow. But most of all, beating your older brother up in a snowball fight. I really loved when each time I went down the big mountain. It was really amazing. I was also really happy of building snowmen and building snow forts that I never even knew I can build. It was amazing for all of what could be crafted with snow. The fantastic trip has come to the start!
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.
This past summer, my family and I went on a cruise to the Bahamas. We had just docked at the second port, Nassau, and were preparing to exit the gigantic ship named the Carnival Fantasy. Once we got to the city, I noticed it was bustling with people of all different backgrounds and cultures. The roads were narrow and some even hilly. I remember coming to the conclusion that a lot of people in the Bahamas must have road rage what from the blaring car horns I could hear around every corner. My family and I were walking along the sidewalk, glancing into shops as we passed them. The weather was unbearably hot, but growing up in South Carolina allowed my family and I to push onward with our adventure. The sun burn on my back started to pulsate in pain any time the sunlight hit it, so we decided to stick to the side of the buildings that provided shade.
Here I thought I was doing so well, because I had canoed various times before, and I had walked through equally difficult vegetation. So why was I so upset? Why was I so damaged, and in so much pain? I wanted to scream! Instead I let out my frustrations on the mosquitoes, swatting them away while my canoe partner fought his way back into the canoe.
As time went by, we were hungry, so we ate food and bought drinks during the day. While we ate lunch, my friend told me that he still was hungry, so he got more food! After lunch, we changed into our bathing suits and decided to go to the water park. We went down long water slides. “I’m not going in the lazy river,” shouted Gavin.
That day began like all the other missionary kid tubing trips down the Davao River in the Philippines, full of anxious anticipation and adventure. I was so excited you can barely sleep the night before. My mom made sure I had everything I needed, worrying like only mothers know how. My friends and I were off from school for Christmas break. The weather was perfect, having rained for almost three days straight. Two days before, while coming back from a dive trip, my friends and I decided we had better take advantage of the heavenly gift of rain. Friday, January 4th, 2002 was the day we began our adventure – an adventure of a life time.
It had been a decade since I camped last, and I recalled it being a jam packed, smokey, noisy family campground. I had only been camping in the “real woods” once, and that was literally decades ago - four of them. And now, Wendy, who is a self-proclaimed Queen-of-the-wilderness, introduced a weekend in the interior of Algonquin Park as one of our - Canadian Destinations.
It was our fifth day in the Philmont Scout Reservation in New Mexico, the halfway point of the trek. I as the Crew Leader was responsible for the other 11 members of the crew, including 4 adults. I was in charge, and amazingly the adults rarely tried to take over, although they would strongly advise me what to do in some situations. Phil, with the exception of me, the oldest scout and the Chaplain for the trip, was my second. Together we dealt with problems of making sure everyone carried the right amount of stuff in their pack to who had to cook and cleanup each day. The trip had gone well so far, no injuries, and the worst problem had been a faulty backpack. As I walked I thought about the upcoming campsite. Supposedly this one had running water from a solar powered pump—so had the last night’s site but the tank was too low to use for anything but cooking because the of how cloudy it had been of late. But today was bright and shinny, and hot, so I didn’t think there would be a problem.
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Ryan , “I can't wait to go skiing with you guys.” “I know” said Matt, “It's gonna be awesome, I can't wait to ski the black diamonds!” “I can't wait to ride the 5 minute ski lift to the top of the slopes!” Graham exclaimed.
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.
After class I went deep sea fishing on a small tugboat. I wasn't look out and then a tidal wave hit me I was knocked out cold. All I could see was a island and that’s when I knew trouble was here. When the boat hit the island the only damage it did was a medium size hole.