Personal Non-Fictional Writing It was the summer of 2002 Friday 13th July to be exact! I knew a couple of months before that my mum and dad were going on holiday in the caravan, but I was only willinh to go if I could take a friend with me. They eventually agreed to it, so I asked Quinny. Quinny had to work the morning of Saturday 14th July but that was ok, because we werent leaving till after dinner and he had brought all he neede for the holiday up the night before. We were all ready for off at about 1 o'clock on the Saturday, I was expecting a long journey as I had been to the same campsite the year before and it takes about three hours on a good day.
The drive was about 4 hours away from my house the traffic was bearable . Where I sat in the Tahoe was in the back you would think the I have all the space I needed but I literally was squashed with all the stuff we brought and the suitcases were on the top if the car. When we got near the lake the first part to get there was a left edge we can fall off at any moment, there was a sign before we entered it had how many deaths happened. I was so nervous and scared. All my sisters including my mom told my dad to go very slow ,so he did (thank the lord).
This was it, are summer vacation, finally it was time to get out of the intense heat and bordom of Ridgecrest. We packed are bags, grabbed are fishing poles, loaded the camper and were on are way. Our drive lasted for four very long hours before we got to the Postpile campground. We hitched are camp and made ourselves right at home knowing we would be there for a while. We could'nt ask for better weather, the sun was blazin and the temperature was an awesome 85 degrees for fishing the San Juaqin river.
Dad taught us to fish for Northerns. We were camping that trip, just my brothers, Dad and I. Dad got one of those great big green surplus army tents that you could park a motor home inside. He hung a Coleman lantern in the middle, and at night we would talk and play games. Every night Dad would check me for ticks, little black and red bugs that would embed themselves into your skin and drink your blood.
Laura, Allison, Kristen, Kierra, and I had all packed into my two-door death trap to get a snack at Dunkin Donoughts. Being the responsible upper classman, I made sure we left with ample time to get ready for the game. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough time in the world to help us with our disaster. We were stopped at a red light howling along to a Lenny Kravitz song, which I now hate, when Kristen nervously uttered,” Meg I think your car stopped running.” I confidently replied, “Nah!” Well, to my surprise, when I stepped on the gas, we didn’t go anywhere. All of a sudden, I began laughing hysterically and the rest of them chimed in, until, “BEEP” the light had turned green!
The obscure one happened to be the one with a total of $66.87; the one I had promised to be delivered in an hour; the one that was bound to be late. Chris had been gone for forty-five minutes. “He must drive... ... middle of paper ... ...ere’d been no one in the store. Instead, I was left answering yet another angry customer whose food was also late, the second obscure order. Whose idea was it anyway to order all at the same time?
He invited him to spend the weekend with us on this backpack trip. Also along with us, came Jim Spencer and Mario Bonura among others. Well Louis had a mission to accomplish on this trip. He had gone out and spent a lot of money on camping gear, the finest you could buy. He wanted his recent bride to experience the wilderness in the mountains.
“Hundred and twenty-five pounds,” says Frank, who was sitting in the middle. I sank in my seat. The last time Frank was that heavy was when he fell off the wharf and only then, because of the water in his rubber boots. MacDonald dropped us off outside of Dartmouth at the Shearwater Base. I figured we would have all the paperwork done before noon, so we could have a hot lunch at the mess hall.
A few summers ago, my family and I took a vacation to Niagara Falls, Canada. We had planned this week long vacation for several months in advance. It had been arranged so that we could visit relatives who live in the area. The morning we were to leave for our trip was very sunny so I woke up a few hours early from the light shining through my window. So, I used this extra time to finish packing my belongings that I had forgotten to pack the night before.
My family and I are adventurist and we like going out camping and having different experiences in each place we go. At the age of six, I experienced camping for the first time, it was scary at first but eventually it became more comfortable and I loved it. My childhood consisted of similar experiences, but it was not until age 16 when I understood what it was like to be in a calm place. I liked the feeling of being able to get away from society for a couple of days and have the opportunity to shake some stress away. It also meant no homework and no worries because I found an interior peace in a place where nothing more exists than the beauty of nature.