It was a wonderful evening and Me, Jayla, Jayden, Mom, Dad we 're driving to Webster lake! We got there and me and Jayden went up this little path and my eyes got blurry, There was a homeless man in the center of the path and I ran. And we went to Webster lake. We were at the lake and Me my brother and my sister went to the park.
Cold waves greedily lapped at my back. The pleasant breeze had been replaced with a strong wind, roaring with the pleasure of seeing me struggle. My water skis joined in the process of torturing me. They weighed down on me teasing “Ha, ha you’re gonna drown”. The boulders beneath the water seemed to boast their superiority in making me feel scared.
If Duvall was still in town, Jake figured the outlaw’s indulgence for gambling, liquor, and women might provide a lead to his location. He’d been to five saloons already, and so far, no one recalled seeing him. Most saloons looked the same, but the broken chairs in the corner and the cracked mirror behind the bar made the River Bender the exception. The air stank of smoke and whiskey, and a vile looking spittoon sat low on the wooden floor.
As we pull up to the parking area at the start of the trails, I knew that our excitement during the long drive was worth it. I had planned this trip for months. Toiled over the minor details; the food, shelter, entertainment, parking pass, you name it. This was something I had wanted to do since I was just a little kid and now that I was here, it felt surreal. The sound of nature all around us, no signs of man besides our canoe and gear for as far as I could see.
It was a bright, hot, summer, afternoon about six years ago. When my whole family including some of my cousins were having a picnic. This was no ordinary picnic, as we were at my grandpa’s field, had out the swimming pool, and the wagon for gator rides around the field, as well as tons of food. You could smell the damp towels, gator gas, and the delicious aroma of food all around. After I finished eating my lunch of savory chicken off the grill, crunchy corn on the cob, and drank my ice cold lemonade; I decided to take a joyride around the field while everyone else finished eating.
My family and I were on our way to Mille Lacs Lake, a very great walleye fishery. It was going to be perfect, a small breeze 70 and sunny a perfect day for fishing. Little did we know it was going to be rough. Beep, Beep, Beep, it was seven o'clock AM it was time to get up for fishing.
We arrive at the Willamette River. The boats in the water and we have a difficult time trying to start it you can smell the very strong fumes from the exhaust of the boat as it's trying to start .We get the boat started and off we go for a little ride, it was time to go wakeboarding so I strapped on my boots and jumped in the water. The water was a little choppy so it would be difficult to ride it was around 11 am and the water was still a little cold and made me shiver. I was waiting in the water for a few minutes while they were getting the wake rope attached to the boat.
“The Man in the Water” knew it was he last chance to do anything before he had possibly been gone, gone in the possibly hypothermia water of the Potomac River. This man was helping others before even trying to protect himself in the first place. It just confused the onlookers of why he would put his life second out of strangers he has never seen before. He was a hero, a brave, considerate, noble man, and last but not least a sacrifice of his entire life, as what the survivors had thought of him. First question for most of the onlookers was who he actually was and why did he put other people’s lives before his?
My feet hurt as bad as falling down the stairs because of all the walking I did in Chicago. Walking from place to place was by far the worst part of the trip. Although, it was interesting seeing all of the tall buildings up close. Chicago was interesting and I hope I come back again soon. “Wake up sleepy heads,” was the first sound I heard Thursday morning.