I felt a warm gust of wind tickle my face. Standing before me was the famous Lynn Valley Suspension Bridge. I leaned over the bridge. There were two little specks on top of a cliff. They took a big jump off the the cliff, cannonballing into the deeper part of the river.
I looked forward again towards the bridge. It was long and had wooden planks, one in front of the other and ropes on either side intertwining together. I inhaled a deep breath and took a step onto the bridge before I could changed my mind. It creaked. Don’t look down. I told myself. Just look straight ahead. I started to walk, slowly letting go of the handles. Larches covered the earth below me, leaving only the river to stand out against all the green. I took in a sniff
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I decided to take a closer look around the forest. Its trees were in clusters and they were viridescent with perfect rays of sunlight hitting the chocolate-coloured bark at different angles. As I walked by them, the leaves seemed to dance on top of the branches. I went over to a grand redwood cranking my neck back to catch a sight of the top. Although it was at least a couple hundred years old, it stood there proudly against the exquisite clouds and everlasting …show more content…
Another rush of water was coming post-haste in my direction and this time, it had company. A fallen tree trunk with a sharp edge. I jumped out of the way but it had still skimmed my side. I screamed. Pain was rushing all throughout my body like I had been shot with a revolver.
Trying to ignore the pain in my side, I spun my head around. I was in a gigantic river and could barely make out the creek in the far distance. Behind me was a roar of water. I turned my head around and saw that the log I was on, was floating down the river but further on there was an edge that just stopped.
What? I thought. How could it just..stop? Unless-a waterfall! My heart was racing. Everything around me was spinning and my vision was growing foggy. I peered down at the wound. Nothing but red flesh and blood. What would I do? Soon I would be dragged towards the waterfall and then, crash down, being drowned by the falling water. I knew I couldn't swim through the currents- they were too rough and especially with my disastrous laceration. If there was only time to think! There was only one positive thing about the situation that came to my mind. I could tell everyone that I had visited the famous suspension bridge, but only if I made it
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
I opened my eyes and looked up at the yellow sky. What on Earth is going on? Where am I? I slowly stood up. Mud sloughed off my clothes, plopping into the slimy mud that covered the ground. I looked around. There were muddy hills as far as I could see. Above me, the sky shone yellow-orange, as it does on an early summer day. I turned away and saw something in the distance. Squinting, I could make out the shape of a tree. I glanced behind me; there was nothing but miles and miles of thick mud. I sighed. Might as well explore, I thought as I wandered in the direction of the tree.
I struggled to keep my head above water as fierce waves battered against my fragile body. My lungs screamed in anguish as harsh cold water filtered into them, steadily consuming the space that had moments ago been occupied by oxygen. As I felt my strength waning, I wondered if fighting was even worth it. After all, it would be just as easy to let the waves overtake me and be gone forever. Oftentimes, uncertainty can strike people when it is least expected.
Nevertheless, Flicker persisted in his pursuit of the water. He then heard the sound of rushing water, causing him to pick up his pace. He emerged from the brush and saw a bright blue river rushing through the green, dull forest. He ran to the river, his paws sinking into the mud. He lapped at the water, his throat being soothed by the cool water.
There have always been many different trees are found in the forest. Tall ones, round of leaf and with broad branches spread open in welcome. Short ones are found here as well, with thin trunks and wiry limbs they sway in the breeze. A wide variety of foliage in the emerald grove dancing merrily to the whispers of the wind. In this quiet thicket, a different type of tree grows, too. They stand resolute, patient, and ever growing.
Today we hit a long and rushing river, that I overheard was called Laromy river. The first few steps were simple, then the current started to push. I had made it to the other side of the river, when I heard a scream, and I saw one of the guiders being swept down the stream. In an instant they were gone. The dripping survivors and I were welcomed with a group of soldiers with towels. The soldiers lead us to buildings where we could sleep the night. That night I was feed the soft bedding hay, and they gave me clean good tasting
The first thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull line - that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so far away-trading-scows, and such things; and long black streaks-rafts ... and by and by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl up off of the water, and the east reddens up.
I stepped out of the car and my nostrils instantly flared as I smelled the waterfall, my eyes watered from the sights, and my ears heard the sound of water
I quickly did so as the tube veered harshly to the left outside the wake. We were jerked this way and that. The leaden weight that hugged my body started to feel a lot like a soggy sponge. I slammed my eyes shut as tiny wet pins pricked my face over and over again. My hands protest loudly and my knuckles turn white.
He could almost feel the smoothness of them, almost feel the rough spots from overuse. This creek was the only warning he had that whatever it was, was coming. He could feel his hair stand on end. Like there was a current in the air after one of those breathtaking lightning storms.
I slowly bent over and dipped my hands into the stream, watching the drops of crimson spread and bleed into the water. The pain finally registered in my system and I felt stings on my right hand. Although, it was nothing compared to what I was feeling on the inside. Betrayal. It was like feeling everything and nothing at once.
The pain seared like a bolt from the sky. Squealing noises came from the immense heat as the pain festered and grew, pounding in my head. I lurched from my slumber and staggered to my feet. I clawed at my eye and tore a needle from my delicate iris. I roared and thrashed my body around the room in an attempt to escape the pain.
As we started to slowly drift down the river, seemingly inch by inch, I began to have feelings of disappointment. I had been planning on a more hazardous and fast-paced ride. The water was crystal clear and almost as flat as a sheet of glass. There was only a very mild current and being as impatient as I was, it appeared to me that we weren’t even moving.
OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood.
In the distance, the trail along which I had been walking wound through a thick velvet fog. Lining the path were tall trees that stoo...