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Descriptive Essay - Our Mountain Cabin

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Our Mountain Cabin

The ruckus from the bottom of the truck is unbearable, because of the noise and excessive shaking. As we slowly climbed the mountain road to reach our lovely cabin, it seemed almost impossible to reach the top, but every time we reached it safely. The rocks and deep potholes shook the truck and the people in it, like a paint mixer. Every window in the truck was rolled down so we could have some leverage to hold on and not loose our grip we needed so greatly. The fresh clean mountain air entered the truck; it smelt as if we were lost: nowhere close to home. It was a feeling of relief to get away from all the problems at home. The road was deeply covered with huge pines and baby aspen trees. Closely examining the…show more content…
I grabbed the key and walked up the stairs to the front door. The huge door, hand-made by my father when the cabin was first built, has black-spray-painted iron trees located has if they appeared to be huge hinges. As I slowly opened the door, along with the sound of the door creaking, I noticed every thing is in its place; everything is the way we had left it. The first thing that seemed to catch my eye was the great amount of flies lying on the floor. They have been trapped in here since the last time we locked up and left. As I walked in, I threw my bags on the staircase, located to the left of the door. Before I knew it, the stairs were covered with bags of clothes needed for the fun-filled weekend. I ran back outside, grabbed the cooler with my brother's help, and brought it into the kitchen. We then sat it down right next to the fridge where it found its place for the whole weekend. My brother tried turning on the propane gas and the water, so we could flush the toilet and have lighting, because we have no electricity, instead gaslights.

Before I knew it, it was late at night and almost my bedtime. I made my way, up the stairs to the loft, slowly dragging my feet up each huge log stair from being so tired. I finally made my way up to the loft although the only light source was coming from one-single lit candle downstairs on the kitchen table. As I pulled the covers off the tiny twin bed, it was extremely hot, so I decided
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