Pitt Lake Creative Writing

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A couple of friends and I went camping last summer around Pitt Lake. We were a group of four skinny urkels who knew almost nothing about camping, and it didn’t help to have hiking backpacks twice our size and weight. One day, we were canoeing on the lake about 2 hours from land, and almost 4 hours from our destination. Out of the blue, a loud roar echoed through my ears. I first I thought it was the 3 cups of Mr.Noodles I hogged this morning until one of my buddies yelled out “THUNDER” . Being the charismatic leader I am, I calmly tried to reassure them that it was going to be okay, but all that came out of my mouth was a loud screech. I was more motivated than ever to reach our destination, but my friend was, even more, eager to reach shore

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