Personal Narrative: A Day At Glacier National Park
When I reach Glacier National Park, the familiar scent of pine and crisp, fresh air fills my lungs. My feet reach the dusty earth as the warm sun makes contact with my face. This isn’t new to me; this is home: the birds chirping, the massive peaks that protrude behind the tall swaying pine trees, and the colorful scattered tents around me. Memories sweep over me, my father has already begun work setting up camp. He never wasted any time accomplishing that feat. I run to help as he swiftly slides the tent out of its bag. We have this down to a science. I’m pretty sure I could assemble that tent in my sleep. My younger sister throws in the sleeping bags as my dad finishes staking the tent in place. Finally, we grab a few chairs and strategically