Personal Narrative-L Is For Lake

A Trip to Lake Michigan This year my family and some friends decided to do something different than our traditional beach vacation. We didn’t want to make the long trip down to Florida to go to the beach for a few days and then have to make the 2-day journey home. So what did we do? We decided to try out the northern beaches of the United States. Moratorium week, just after the fourth of July holiday, was really the only time that the families could get away without having a basketball practice, cross country practice, a baseball game, or worry about work calling.

People could only imagine knowing Miss Soar on a personal level, yet here I was about to spend a full two weeks by her side in a classroom. Although I knew of Miss Soar, we never had a conversation, but that would soon change. Sitting at my study writing a shopping list my mother had asked for when I heard the doorbell ring followed by a brief conversation. It was Miss Soar! At dinner later that night my mother broke the new, “Honey, Miss Soar has requested your help at her camp this summer.” she said.

She was wondering if Cierra and I would like to go canoing with her on this fine afternoon. We usually go kayaking, but this time we wanted to go together in Macey’s neighbor’s canoe. First, Macey had to ask her neighbors if it was okay to borrow their canoe, but they were gone on vacation, so we ended up just taking it without them knowing. We tied a rope to the front, and Cierra pulled while Macey and I pushed in the back all the way across the yard to the Mississippi River. Macey’s backyard ends at the river bank, so it was not that far to push but far enough for our muscles to ache.

With that tantrum I remember saying "this is really stupid why would anybody even want to fish, you don't catch anything. I was also saying let leave this is pointless and I never want to fish again I don't even catch anything." But unfortunately we had to stay there for the rest of the day and that felt like the longest day of my little kid life. I went that rest of the day with no fish or bite while seeing my brother and his friend catching all these fish. The day finally ended we packed our stuff and went back home.

I stepped off of the minuscule plane at about 6:00 pm, and I quickly waited in the frigid cold for my bags to be unloaded. I'd been begging my mom for a trip to Lake Clark in Port Alsworth, Alaska ever since 4 years ago when she told me the story how she read about the parks establishment on December 2nd, 1980 when she was only 10 years old. She told me about the history of the Athabascan people who had made Lake Clark their home so many years ago. My mother also told me about the icy flowing waters and the diverse group of animals who make Lake Clark their home. I've been looking forward to coming to this beauty for the past 3 months ever since my mom had finally agreed to let me go.

Night fell quickly over the Mississippi and we were left to our pathetic campfire and grass beds off to the side of our famous little fishing rock. Nights grew cold as the seasons crept by. With each day, we’d move a little bit further down the river, picking up our poles and leaving. Usually, we never stayed more than two to three days in a spot before we took off further down the river. There was no other towns for miles and miles, and we’d hoped that following the river would be able to lead us to another civilization.

We hooked up our camper and were on our way to Lakeport state park , for our yearly camping trip. When we got there I helped my dad put out the carpet and then attempted to drag the picnic table under the awning, but I couldn’t so my dad had to do it. So when we were done outside I went inside and asked my mom if I could help her inside, but when I went in she was already done and starting on dinner. She was tall for a woman, and her hair was curly kind of like a short afro.

As my uncle was pulling up to the house, I thought to myself “ let 's get this over with.” We had gathered the food and piles of things in the trunk to take into the house. My sister rang the doorbell and I heard footsteps. A second later my aunt came to the view and said to my mom, “ Hello! I 've haven 't seen you guys for a while. Well, come on!

On Tuesday after my mom dropped me off, she went back home and picked up my grandma from our house. She stayed the weekend and my mom was driving her to the train station. About half way through the trip, something happened. There was a moose in the road! They tried to drive around, but it kept walking as they moved.

Wait… Who am I kidding? I'm never going back to school! All was going good, until I remembered I had absolutely no clue what I was doing. I only vaguely remembered the video they showed at boarding school about boats, in addition to my family for boat rides every month when my father visited my mom and I. I just kept driving to my best ability, but wait- where exactly was I going? Who cares, I'll find a nice little island and live there for the rest of my life hunting.