Personal Narrative Essay: Mille Lacs Lake

A few weeks ago, I hit the surface of a lake while going forty miles per hour. It all started when we made the one and a half hour trip up to Bartlett lake. When we arrived, we promptly proceeded to unload everything from the small trailer. The trailer felt like it was two hundred feet long because unloading took forever. We then searched for flashlights and lanterns so we could see in the dark.

If I could transmit one of my best memories, I would transmit one with meaning. One that acts as a part of me or something that has negatively or positively impacted my life. If I had to pick one, I would definitely pick the memory of when I first went fishing. It taught me how to be patient and diligent. It took hours, but it still taught me a good lesson.

The first time I went kayaking was a great adventure that ended up helping me. My two friends, Phil, and Bob, went on a kayaking trip to the Holston River. When they retuned they told me all about what they did and the amazing time that they had. I was so engrossed by their incredible story that I couldn’t wait to try it out myself. Little did I know what an amazing experience it would be.

There was a slight cool breeze at the top of Mt. Cardigan during mid Fall, the landscape was a beautiful painting made by the earth and sky. I could see blue ponds reflecting the clear sky like a giant mirror, some trees had begun to turn orange, yellow, or red, while other trees still held on to their green. It was a very popular day to hike and we had a spectacle of thirty plus people watching to see what our daring plan was. Three of my friends and I were out of place on this mountain because we did not come up with a dog or even hiking boots on.

The July sun beamed down on my back, with the water glistening on my back as I climbed out of the bay and onto the boat. The New Jersey waters looked more beautiful than they had in a long time. “Anyone want to go out on the raft?” My uncle asked. “Me!

A vacation is the best when you are with your best friend and family. Myrtle Beach has all kinds of things you can do from cool activities to boardwalks and finally being in the ocean. A vacation has a lot of fun things to do and to see when your there sowe did a lot of stuff. One thing about Myrtle beach was the cool activities. First, we went to the sky wheel, it was so high up you could see everything.

As we gather the ram, bull, and wild boar, Telemachus and I went to say farewell to my dearest Penelope and my two four-year-olds, my bright eyed daughters, Emily and Sophia. As we walked to to our home we saw the household gathered around, along with almost all of Ithaca. I spotted my Penelope with eyes of sorrow. I walked towards her as I realized that she believed that I would face the same fate of my last journey. “My dearest Penelope,” I told her.

My family and I thought this vacation was going to be fun,annual,and relaxing, but it was actually an extra memorable,amazing,and a favorite vacation. We were in The Bahamas with my Mom,Dad,Sister,Grandma,Aunt,and Uncle. It was a cruise and the beginning was already amazing. My sister,Grandma and I all shared a room. When we went to lunch the first day we had all noticed this big,beautiful,colorful fish hanging from the ceiling.

The Cabin In the middle of nowhere, clear back on a dead end road in a tiny town called Outing, there is a cabin. It is in Minnesota. When you picture a cabin in your head you think of a log cabin built entirely of wood that has a big fireplace in the living room and deer heads hanging on the walls. This cabin was different.

Fall is my favorite season out of the other three sensational seasons in Minnesota. I love fall because it happens to be my favorite sports season in the year. No, not volleyball or football season, but deer hunting. My very first year of deer hunting was a fun experience to get used to the feeling of hunting. I ended up get a doe the second week of hunting, which was alright, but it wasn’t my best year yet.

My First Time Tubing Behind A Speedboat The fear of falling was overpowering, it made me feel weak and scared. One Saturday my father, stepmother, little sister and I were headed out to our family's Cabin to go tubing behind Russ` speedboat on Lake May. The ride there was pretty long, but it was fine, we were talking about being behind a speedboat I was honestly very scared about it.

Most days going out to haul are pretty predictable but occasionally we find the unexpected. Well it's time for a story. It all started on a beautiful day I was down on the warf that I worked off of this summer. That day we were using six trays of herring and four boxes of red fish four bait. There was a little breeze that was to the south-east and it was nice.