Even though last night was rough I was sad when I realized that today would be my last day here. I soon realized that I wouldn't have any time to go biking, boating, or hunting but the thought of coming back one day took that grief away. I wanted to make my last day memorable so I said goodbye to Bonnie, Tom, and Charlie and I was off. While starting my hike I realized how lucky I was to be one of only ~11,000 people that visit every year. I decided that after my hike I would end my expedition by going to Silver Salmon creek in hopes of seeing some Bristol bay salmon.
This was the first time when I realized I may have really pushed her into something she couldn’t do. But after a few minutes and some water, food and my best attempt at a pep talk we were back on the trail. Around noon after about three hours of hiking we came to a rocky clearing. We sat and ate some lunch. It was the first time had seen something other than forest for the last 12 hours and it gave us the motivation to keep going.
On the way to the farm I was able to catch up on a little sleep due to the fact that I had woken up at 4:30 in the morning which is too early for me but I guess that's what it takes. Then we had to find the stand which was even harder than driving to the farm because it was so dark and we could not see anything as we were walking to the stand. If we would have never found that stand in time I would have never shot my first deer on October 9th.But we finally found it after searching for about 20 minutes and also arguing with my dad about where I thought it was but as usual he is always right and he located the stand. It was pretty difficult to find the stand, but it paid off in the long run. I was so excited to find the stand and I could not wait to see a deer.
The long 6-hour journey began. We all had assigned seats, but no one seemed where they were supposed to be. I sat next to a couple of my life-long friends, Timmy & Jake. We were actually going up to Jakes family's cabin, which was about 100 ft. away from the actual river. On the way there a lot of people fell asleep, but I couldn't.
The drilling company I was working for was putting out a new rig, and was going to be one of the top drillers placed on that rig. I was so excited, it was unbearable on some days. One day on one of my days off, I was walking outside going down the steps to finish my yardwork around the house. I tripped on the steps, landing hard on my right knee. The pain was there, and I thought it would work itself out in a few days.
Our favorite game to play is cribbage, and we will stay up till near midnight doing so, even though we know we’d have to wake up in a couple of hours to hunt. But hunting wasn’t the main reason for going up north, it more so to have a good time and bond with one another. The deer hunting crew knows how special this room is to all of us, which is why we make it a mission to reserve it for the same weekend every year. We know we can’t lose our room, so we make a down payment to the owner promising that we’d come back next year. There have been many people who have tried to reserve a room in the motel, but the rooms are always full around deer hunting season.
Finally, after nearly 2 weeks of driving we arrived in California.In the beggining, work was hard. My brother, father, and I worked for long hot days in the long fields with many other children,and fathers. Eventually, we started getting the hang of things,but it definitely wasn’t any easier. My mom cleaned and cooked, well Anna made new friends in the camp. It was hard for our family to make the adjustment at first, but after a few weeks,we got into the routine of things.
Living in this facility, Jacob does get tired, but doesn’t give up. “I'm parked in the hallway with my walker. I've come a long way since my hip fracture, and thank the Lord for that. For a while it looked like I wouldn't walk again – that's how I got talked into coming here in the first place – but every couple of hours I get up and walk a few steps, and with every day I get a little bit farther before feeling the need to turn around. There may be life in the old dog yet.” (Gruen 7) Old Jacob tries and tries and tries, and is keeping himself
I used to have this grudges in my heart when everything go hard that would made me wanted to blame my parent. But I can’t because I was not raise to think that way. When I come to America, I was eleven years old and no one asked me if I wanted to come it just happen in a second. I was in a cold place with extended family that I never met before and that one person who raise me and made me feel secure was still back in the country. I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me.
It was a cool day in the Poconos Mountains, we had made a reservation to go white water rafting. The next morning we had to wake up extra early to eat breakfast so we weren’t late for our trip. When my parents said, “were going white water rafting” I thought we were going straight down to the river , but of course it wasn’t. When we got there we each had to fill out papers clearly stating our medical information but, of course my parents had to sign too. Once everything had been signed we had to wait about thirty minutes for everyone else to get there.
First we had to pack only the important stuff in the wagon. I decided to bring my favorite blanket. It gave me a warm feeling inside. As we headed off, we said our last goodbyes to Gram and Gramps. Two days later, as we were passing an old abandoned ghost town, as if by magic I heard a crack and saw that the top right wagon wheel broke.