Personal Narrative: My Trip
When it comes to spending time outdoors, my family prevails over all others. My dad sees every opportunity for a camping, hiking, canoeing, anything-outdoors trip and seizes it. Ever since I was old enough to walk, we have been traveling to visit national parks and hiking trails. I always enjoy camping with my family, but sometimes these trips don’t go as intended. This time, we decided to travel to Sipsey, Alabama. Briefer than our usual trips, we were only going to park, hike to a campsite, spend the night, then hike back to the car. Our family had planned a grand trip, stuffing our car full of gear in preparation. Every detail was perfectly planned out: our camp site chosen, the trails to hike on, and seemingly every minute of the
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The air was chilly, and a thin cloud of fog was drifting on the forest floor. The journey back thrilled me until I realized how uneventful it would be. The excitement of running forward to find the biggest trees and rocks had gone, because we were walking back the same way we came. Every turn brought a rock or giant tree I had already seen and climbed on. Thus, I took to trudging along ahead of everyone else, disappointed in the turn out of the day. Indulging myself in picking up colorful rocks was the only way that helped pass time. The day seemed to last forever as we hiked back, and I was becoming increasingly bored. It was at this point when I was sauntering along that I found a concealed shortcut. We were approaching a river, and there was a hidden trail off to the left that couldn’t be seen from the other direction. Interested, I decided to investigate this separate path. I emerged from around a bush to see a log stretching across the expanse of the river. My curiosity had paid off and I knew what to do next. Walking over, I questioned whether or not it was such a smart idea, then ignoring it continued. The log was covered in moss and appeared to be a little damp, making it a challenge I was determined to defeat. Shuffling forward, I slowly made my way across. I had almost reached the end when a shout emitted from behind me. My brother had finally caught up and
The air was chilly, and a thin cloud of fog was drifting on the forest floor. The journey back thrilled me until I realized how uneventful it would be. The excitement of running forward to find the biggest trees and rocks had gone, because we were walking back the same way we came. Every turn brought a rock or giant tree I had already seen and climbed on. Thus, I took to trudging along ahead of everyone else, disappointed in the turn out of the day. Indulging myself in picking up colorful rocks was the only way that helped pass time. The day seemed to last forever as we hiked back, and I was becoming increasingly bored. It was at this point when I was sauntering along that I found a concealed shortcut. We were approaching a river, and there was a hidden trail off to the left that couldn’t be seen from the other direction. Interested, I decided to investigate this separate path. I emerged from around a bush to see a log stretching across the expanse of the river. My curiosity had paid off and I knew what to do next. Walking over, I questioned whether or not it was such a smart idea, then ignoring it continued. The log was covered in moss and appeared to be a little damp, making it a challenge I was determined to defeat. Shuffling forward, I slowly made my way across. I had almost reached the end when a shout emitted from behind me. My brother had finally caught up and