Personal Narrative: My Trip To Bartlett Lake

I started the boat and backed it off the trailer and waited for my dad. When my dad got there he got in the boat and sat down and I started driving to the area where we were going to fish. When we got there my dad took the wheel to find a spot to drift. Drifting is where you put the boat sideways from the wind and let the wind move you and you put poles out alongside the boat so they drift along about a foot above the lake bottom. While he was doing that I was cutting up the shad (bait).

In those two weeks of constant failure I learned that I can do anything with hard work and perseverance. I was on my uncle's boat ready to try water ski for the first time. Watching my mother ski successfully I thought, "Hey! This doesn't look hard at all!" Then in an instant my mother was done and I was in the water ready to go.

This story takes place last summer in the month of July, about one week. My family and I went on a trip out west. Our final destination was in South Dakota. We left on a monday morning and I remember my mom was trying to get me up and they almost left without me. Everyone packed their bags in the car but when I was about to put mine in the car I was informed that there was no more room and it had to get tied to the roof.

I thought that I miss heard something as I didn’t kow how to snowboard at all. But, he still left me over the top of the mountain. It was hard getting down as I was fallling so many time and rolling over with that board. Later in few hours I finally did find my friend and he asked me if I wanted to go on the tride and I said that I would me more than happy

I take a deep breath my lip quivering as the wind blows on the last week of winter vacation. My family decided to go on a road trip up to Big Bear. We decided to stay the whole week. It was a snowy beautiful drive up the mountain. We stayed up in our cabin and I brought one of my friends up with me.

Many interesting, dangerous, and fascinating things happened on our weekend trips. I could write a book just about snowmobiling. But I will only bore you with a couple of my stories. The habitual procedure was that we would travel to a different city in northern Michigan every other weekend during the winter months.

We started off the trip driving four hours in the jerky SUV. Altogether, there were five people stuck in the car. Molly, Katie, me, Grace, my mother, and Maggie. My mother packed snacks to feed a herd of wild buffalo. We played games, watched movies, and slept until we arrived in Ohio.

The Story of the Horned Toad Chapter #1 It was 1935, Boston Massachusetts and there lived an 8 year old boy named Phrynosoma. His mother died an hour ago, and before she died she called a taxi to take him to the airport to live with his cousins in Guatemala,. When they were boarding the plane he saw that they didn't put enough fuel in the plane. Mabe they put the fuel in ahead of time, he thought.

We got on four more rides before we got hungry, so we met up with my boyfriend’s parents, sister and her friend to figure out what we desired to go eat at. We decided to take nourishment at Harmony Hall marketplace. The food was satisfying, I think we all got the chicken strip basket but my boyfriend’s sister got a chef salad and mixed fruit instead. We all wanted to ride one more ride. So, me, my boyfriend Shawn, his sister and her friend wanted to ride the rip roarin rapids.

When we got back to the hotel we sat around for a little bit and just played a bunch of games. Later that night at nine o’clock I headed off to the rink for a skills competition with me and one other kid from my team. I was doing the fastest skater competition and he was doing the shootout. I lost the speed competition and came in 4th out of 8 skaters. I was so tired after that long, exhausted day of hockey and more

I thought it was going to be a group of about ten. After we went over the rules we had to board a bus to the river itself, which was about forty minutes or so. After we had made there we were all told to get into a raft and sit on the edges but, of course my dad was in charge telling us all what to do. After, we had done a couple of rapids it was finally time for a swim break, of course I fell out and the water was freezing cold! As soon as I got back in I was back right

Lake Cumberland is a best-loved place to go for vacation mostly because of all the memories created there, but my favorite trip there was when we went camping this past summer. Since summer was ending and there was a three day weekend, my family decided to camp at the lake. Friday after school my mom, dad, sister and I drove down to Kentucky with the boat and stayed at a hotel, so the next day it would only take about an hour and a half to get to the dock. That hour and a half is a lot better than six hours from our house! Once we got down to the dock, we payed and took everything out of the truck and put it in the boat, then everyone but my dad had to get in the boat and my dad backed it down the ramp.

One day, on a Saturday afternoon . We went to the boat. The boat is parked at the bow at Newman lake. The boat is a blue and white color. The blue is a dark blue but faded.

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.

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.