Duckies In Colorado
It was a warm and windy day in Colorado to go river rafting in duckies. There I was standing nervously at the launching area to go into a river in a small, flimsy, and an inflatable kayak into a windy rough river with massive boulder right in front of me. Before we launched our instructor gave told us how to navigate and what to do if we fell out and lost our boat. She told us “If or when you fall out NEVER let your feet touch the bottom of the river because you will get swept under and it will become even harder to get back into your boat,” I was thinking how hard could it be? Just swim to your boat, grab the oar, and hop on. “The water right now will feel freezing because it’s about 50 degrees,” That made my heart sink,
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I was one of the first people to jump into my inflatable duckie, but I was one of the last to get on the river. Once I launched into the river I looked all around me to see the shores covered in pointy trees that were trying to impale anyone who dared go near them. Out of nowhere I hit a rock under the waves, but it was too late and I lost all control of my boat and fell face first into the river. After hitting the water I realized really how cold and dark the water was I started to try to swim to the surface, but it felt like I had cinder blocks attached to my feet weighing me down. SPLASH, I got to the surface in time to grab my slippery oar and jumped onto my boat. I was shaking from the cold water, and had a taste of salty muggy water in my mouth, which I was desperately trying to get out. I quickly paddled in my boat to get back to the group so I wouldn’t be left behind. While paddling I was looking all around at the massive evergreen trees standing on the shore as if they were columns of a old building, the sky as a large blue ocean, and the birds chirping as if they were fans in the stadium at a football game. Breaking the tranquility of the moment was one of the people in the group with me yelping as they fell off their boat down a cold two foot drop in the …show more content…
Their little argument reminded me of my brother being somewhere in front of my boat so I looked around trying to find him, but I only saw white water and a blue boat without a person inside steering it off to its next adventure. After a few seconds of trying to get a better look at who was in the boat I gave up and decided to enjoy the bright green trees surrounding me in the raging sloshing river. All around me was peace and nothing was better than that feeling of having no worries other than relaxing on a soft inflatable boat that was rocking to the waves around me. A flock of small birds were flying overhead and chirping to each other and distracted me from what was upcoming in the river. As I was looking up at the beautiful area around me, I got pulled back to reality when I went over the first drop and almost fell into the cold water. Thinking that I was about to die I grabbed the boat with all my strength trying to stay in it without touching the water below me. After I was over the shock, I was shaking and making sure that I was still in one piece, confirming that I was in one piece I began to paddle forward attempting to catch up back to the group. I was paddling as quickly as I could with all my might trying not to get left behind and have to wander around trying to find the guides. Somehow me trying to push myself forward only ended up
I smiled to myself and decided that I would go join in. With that, I took a huge deep breath and jumped into the salty water. The water was cool and refreshing; I felt it slide through my hair making it sway in the water. I swam deeper and deeper into the deep blue water. Sunlight streamed through it, lighting up the water around me turning it to gold. I kicked harder and I felt my muscles surge with strength and I pushed further. My lunges began to burn for the need of oxygen, but I refused to go up. I repeatedly told myself just a little bit longer. Until I was unable to proceed anymore without more air in my lungs, I swam to the top of the water taking a huge breaths, filling my lungs with air. I could then taste the salty water as it ran down my face and dripped over my lips. Just then I thought, I will never forget this moment, this place, or the experiences I felt while visiting
Surprisingly, our parents had beaten us to the top and we all stopped in awe, mesmerized by the great waterfall in front of us. My mouth felt like the Sahara desert. I vividly remember reaching for the chilling water bottle that hid underneath the tons of clothes stuffed in my father’s black backpack to quench my thirst. I took off my beaten down shoes and stinky socks covered in dirt from the trail and blood from the blisters on my feet and dove into the refreshing lake. After swimming through the lake for a few seconds, I abruptly jumped out of the freezing water. My toes turned into a blue that reminded me of the blueberry muffins from breakfast that morning. My body shivered as I exited the lake and threw on a warm towel over my shoulders. Gradually my body heat increased, escaping the risk of hypothermia. At that point, I just wanted to go home. My family and I gathered all our belongings and I dragged my energyless body into the large, gray shuttle. The shuttle smelled of sweat from previous passengers. It drove us down a rough, bumpy trail, causing my tall father to constantly slam his head on the roof of the car. After we finally got back to our hotel, we all let off a sigh of
First there was the ground that wasn’t as firm as I thought it was; my right sneaker falling victim to the deceptive scattered branches that littered the floor, probably only inches thick, allowing water to creep in and wet my sock. Then there were the dead branches that I tried to use as a bridge to avoid this, which snapped under my overbearing 150 pounds. And of course every branch was connected to the last by a series of intricate spider webs; every one I ducked to get under just happened to have a neighbor right underneath. The list goes on. But the small wound where the palm of my hand met my thumb didn’t seem like it would be a big deal until I was back in the boat. I didn’t realize that it would trigger such intense emotions and drag me so deep into a pit of despair.
Duck hunting is a very popular sport that is rooted in our american history. In fact, in the sports beginning, many hunters hunted out of boats that were known as the “sink boat.” The historical weapon of choice was a very large old gun style known as the “punt.” Although hunting is a historical sport, many americans still love to duck hunt and knowing a few essential facts can make a hunter much more successful.
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My brother and I were roofing the barn, a rather high one with two stories and a loft. We were called to lunch and I had one of my brilliant ideas. I thought that instead of wasting our time climbing down the ladder we could just jump on a tree and gently float down to the ground. I had seen many examples of this technique on various cartoon shows and perhaps something to do with the Little Rascals, but enough to know that it was totally possible. We both ran and jumped onto a thin alder, about 35 feet tall, and it started to bend and I thought, "here we go", a nice wonderful soft landing. Then it all went terribly wrong, as I heard this horrible gut wrenching crack, and the tree snapped in half sending my brother and I on a very painful journey. It is amazing how many thoughts can race through your mind in a few short seconds, "We are going to die!", "This is SO gonna hurt." "We will be lucky if we don 't break anything." We ended up in the swamp about 15 feet away, our breath pounded out of us, and many, many, painful bruises and
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