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. They throw me the rope and now I start to wakeboard. It's all going nice and smooth I'm having a great time, I'm still learning how to wakeboard so I'm not that experienced yet, I’m starting to learn how to jump the wake. I get a few jumps in and fall a couple times. But I keep get back up and keep trying, this time, I felt that I should try and go a little faster and try to clear the whole wake, I pull into the wake as quick as a can and I try and jump, but I jump a little too early and my wakeboard catches on the wake and I’m starting to fly in the air. I turn my face away …show more content…
As the boat pulls up I quickly untie my boots and get onto the boat. As soon as I closed my left eye the cut opened up even more and then blood was gushing out of my face, everyone one on the boat is looking at me in a panic, I can't see how bad it is so I'm freaking out, there asking me questions like are you feeling dizzy? Are you feeling okay? but my head is just thrusting in pain. My brother gave me his shirt so I can put it over and try and stop the bleeding, as soon as we pull up to the boat dock there are people and they're all staring, luckily there was an off-duty firefighter who was on the dock and he helped me get it wrapped up and told me I was going to need
Come on in". I had to sit still while the nice family was helping remove the bullet. The pain was brutal I could barely stand it. I was forced to sit still so all the terrible memories and thought from a couple of hours ago came rushing in. After, my bullet was removed my friend got a couple stitches for a deep cut and some bandaids.
Grace and I were breathing in her sweater and rolled all the windows down and the top roof window. Anyway…. We got the gas, life vest, the cooler, and most important thing of all the ………... FOOD. When we got everything from the car to take to the boat there was a surprise for us.
“Hop in the car,” my dad said. His outstretched arms guiding my eyes to the open doors. Our 2009 Honda Odyssey was a beige colored behemoth. Comically overstuffed with passengers and cargo, the sporadic rumbling of the V6 engine was disconcerting as we hit the road. “Will we even reach Meredith at all,” I wonder.
Next I hear the roar of the engine and we slowly started going, the boat proceeded to go faster and faster. As the boat turned the tube went out of the middle over the wake to the outside, the waves were pretty large and I caught some air and hit my head against the tube a few times. When Russ turned my body slipped backwards toward the back of the tube where my feet were in the water, I was able to use my knee to advance myself upward on the tube some to where my original position was. After a little while longer Russ slowed the boat to a stop, it was now Pipers turn and she did well at it
They ran to the cabins, they came out of the cabins with supplies. They were looking at my foot trying to find any left over glass that could still be in my foot. They ended up finding a white object hanging out of my foot. They did not know what the object was, they decided that I should go to the emergency room. They were done wrapping my foot, my parents took me to the emergency room.
A warm morning, sun shining with a slight breeze, and calm waters; the perfect day to learn how to water ski. I had never been water skiing before, I barely knew what it was, I was anxious to say in the least. I stood on the dock as my parents maneuvered the boat into the water, I’ve never been so uncertain. My family reassured me that everything would be okay as I was strapped up my life jacket. I stood on the edge of the boat, apprehensive, but I had to jump in the water, it was now or never.
The Mackinac Express “I’m so bored, Dad.” I groaned. I slumped against the boathouse wall. Even though I typically hate boats, I vividly recall being so irritated that the ferry hadn’t come yet. I was at Star Line 's boathouse on Mackinac Island, and we had been waiting for at least 20 minutes for a ferry.
I will never forget that encounter the intense sun, the endless horizon, the infinite shades of blue that dissolved any boundary between sky and trees. The views were like swimming into a kaleidoscope, deceptively plain "Lake Winaukee" sign on the outside, but a show of colors on the inside, waiting to shock and, mesmerize me. Those colors! Sails on the horizon covered the lake; streaks of sunlight illuminated them, the swaying wildlife creating a dance of rhythm. Beautiful, preserved life synchronizing every movement with the camp sight creating one living entity.
“I’ll get the paddleboard on the rocks,” I called up to Mason. He was already halfway up the stone stairs that led up the hill. I leaped up onto the first stair, and bounded up the hill, jumping two stairs with every stride. I was overjoyed to be in Northern Michigan on Long Lake, the largest of the twenty inland lakes in Long Lake Township. My hockey teammate, Mason, had invited me up to his amazing lake house.
It was a Friday night. We were thrilled to be out of school, it had been a long week. I was on a short leash with my teachers since me and my pals Barry and John brought stink bombs to school and stunk up the whole cafeteria. At least twenty kids had to go home sick. Needless to say, it was the prank of the year.
The drive was almost unbearable, but the thought of spending the week in the snow with family kept me going. It was only a four hour drive, but at 9 years old, it felt like an eternity. The scenery slowly changed from flat land, to rolling hills. The hills were covered in yellow dying grass, but they were still beautiful. Then we started to make the climb.