Camping Trip Gone Wrong
A Camping Trip Gone Wrong It was our first camping trip together as a family, and it was definitely not the fun filled experience we anticipated. After we got all the stuff loaded into the truck we were on our way to Baker Lake. It’s an hour and a half drive and we were planning on a two day stay, our plan was to arrive early, set up our tent and get settled. We would then familiarize ourselves with the area then go fishing. I couldn’t wait. It started to go wrong when we arrived later than planned thanks to the Washington traffic being bumper to bumper, it was about 10:00 in the morning, all the actual campsites were taken, so we found a little area by the lake we could stay.
Finally, we got the tent up with all of our sleeping bags in it. Little did I know about the mosquitoes that would be biting every inch of our bodies, picking at our skin like little blood sucking creatures. We decided we would take the boat down to the lake and see if we could catch anything. After getting the boat into the water, we took it out were there were not many people. I fumbled for my fishing pole, dangling the humble rods end over the edge of the boat. I released the bail on the reel and plinked the lure into the water. Once I had let out enough line and set the rod in the holder, I sat back to wait for an attack on the line. When looking over at my husband Chad who was helping our son Aidan with his SpongeBob kids’ pole I thought the day was starting to look up.
A sharp tug on the line pulled me to my feet faster than an electric shock. I bounded to the pole, and when I reached it out of the holder with all my might. My nervous energy was so potent that when I tugged on the rod, I nearly plunged headlong over the side of the boat into the fish’s domain. After what seemed like a lifetime the Salmon leapt from the water and gleamed with radiant colors of blue and grey. The brilliant sunlight beaming down, I finally got
Finally, we got the tent up with all of our sleeping bags in it. Little did I know about the mosquitoes that would be biting every inch of our bodies, picking at our skin like little blood sucking creatures. We decided we would take the boat down to the lake and see if we could catch anything. After getting the boat into the water, we took it out were there were not many people. I fumbled for my fishing pole, dangling the humble rods end over the edge of the boat. I released the bail on the reel and plinked the lure into the water. Once I had let out enough line and set the rod in the holder, I sat back to wait for an attack on the line. When looking over at my husband Chad who was helping our son Aidan with his SpongeBob kids’ pole I thought the day was starting to look up.
A sharp tug on the line pulled me to my feet faster than an electric shock. I bounded to the pole, and when I reached it out of the holder with all my might. My nervous energy was so potent that when I tugged on the rod, I nearly plunged headlong over the side of the boat into the fish’s domain. After what seemed like a lifetime the Salmon leapt from the water and gleamed with radiant colors of blue and grey. The brilliant sunlight beaming down, I finally got