Narrative Essay On Internment Camps

The weekend in the summer were the best weekends ever. When we arrived at Bell Smith we drove around the gravel loop looking for the perfect campsite. After two trips around the campgrounds, we finally found one that we missed. It was one of the biggest campsites there with its own little loop in it to drive our trucks in. It was around 7 p.m., and we could not do much but pitch our tents before it got dark. Everybody else had these fancy tents while I had a little pup tent that you couldn’t even zip up. This tent is kind of a pain to setup. To setup this tent you have to drive in nine spikes just for the base. Then you need to find two branches, drive them into the ground. After than I had to set strings on the branch and pull them tight.

We brought two coolers, one filled with water and the other filled with meat and pizza. We also brought a charcoal grill and some charcoal to cook the meat. But there was one problem… we did not have anything to cook the pizza on. So we set off into the pitch black woods with our flashlight to look for a “pizza stone.” As we are walking through the wood, over logs on the trail. Finally after five minutes of walking we finally found one. A big flat heavy rock big enough to cook a pizza on. Ben took the first turn hauling the rock back to the campsite. Next turn was me, it was very heavy after a while of me carrying it, I ask “who wants to carry it now?” and nobody was taking it, then Ben said that he would help me carry it the rest of the way back to camp. When we got to camp we set it on top of our fire to let it warm up. Ethan slid the pizza on the rock and let it cook. While it cooked, Ethan put a can of baked beans on the fire too. Everybody else lit the charcoal grill and pattied the meat and made ourselves some burgers. We ate our burgers and by the time we finish eating the pizza was done. We all chowed down on the

when we decided to head the creek. All of us shined our flashlights on the road that lead to the trail. The trail has wooden steps that lead to a cliff. Once you get to the cliff you have to take another trail to another cliff that has stone steps to get below the cliff. At the base of the cliff is where everybody spray paints their name, except us because we always forget the spray paint. Well anyways, there are two trails: the one on the left takes you to a natural arch, the one on the right takes you to the rocks. The trial to the right is the one we took. It is a pretty far walk from the base of the cliff to the rocks. We finally get there after that long