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Camping near Lake Michigan is one of the best experiences in my life. The lake has sparkling blue water and gorgeous sandy beaches. Every summer I go camping with my family. The campground is right on Lake Michigan. There are bikes, kayaks, volleyball nets, and huge fire pits. There is always an adventure around the corner.
One day Lake Michigan felt decently warm. Not like the usual temperature when I can only stand to be in the water for 10 minutes, and then I start to freeze. I invited my parents to go down to the beach with me. It was a surprisingly calm day. It was not too windy, and the water was calm and flat. I thought this would be a perfect day to go kayaking for a little while. I invited my parents to join me. At first, they were reluctant to join me on my adventure, but I was finally able to change their minds. To the left of our campground it appeared as if the land was coming to a point. We agreed that it seemed like the land stopped, and that this …show more content…

Every now and then, we passed a cute dog or found some cool shells lying on the beach. Our adventure was still entertaining, and it was a gorgeous day; how could any of us not be happy. Well, my mother who had accompanied us on this voyage was not feeling the same way. She started to get very tired of walking. Every 10 minutes we had to sit, and wait for her to rest until she felt ready to continue. That time she took to rest most likely attributed to how long this whole adventure took. Finally, we got to what we thought was the end of the land. Where we thought the ground came together in a point. From a very far distance things tend to look different than they actually are. There were five houses in a straight line that lead out to the point. Near the edge of the water the sand stopped, and we could walk no further. Right along the side of the edge of the land there was a bunch of planks of wood sticking out of the water like there had been a dock there

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