Personal Narrative-River Rafting In California

My trip to the Grand Canyon was the best experience I ever had so far in my life. My grandparents from Korea came along with us. Even though I saw them last year it was still an enjoyable moment that I had. Grand Canyon is located in Arizona so what our family did was fly to Las Vegas early in the morning and arrive in Nevada around 9 o’clock am. Driving to Grand Canyon was also five hours with heavy traffic. Driving and stopping every hour was hard to do but at the end it was all worth it. It was good that I had couple electronic devices and my family to keep me in company.

Rugged River Rapids In the rugged river rapids, The salmon slowly swim. Four years in the ocean,

It was an annual tradition for my dad’s side of the family to get together at this campground over Fourth-of-July weekend. All of the cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and even some friends would be there. I was only eleven and it was a special year because I got to bring my friend Rachelle with me on this trip. We planned on swimming in the lake, tubing behind the boat, fishing, and playing yard games like bean bags and ladder-ball. Tubing was my favorite. There was no better feeling than the rush of falling off and bouncing across the water like a skipping stone.

Every other cast I pulled in a rocky bass all covered in green and brown scales. Then on the other casts, I hooked sunfish and as I reeled them in at various sizes, I watched their yellow bellies flip in and out of focus as the struggled to release themselves. On the rare account that I was not catching anything, I was always entertained with the thousands of minnows, crayfish, and stonecats that swarmed around my feet. After wasting all my bait or getting to triple digits in my fish count, I usually went swimming because it beat getting yelled at for every little thing by my grandmother. My favorite spot was the rapids that were just a short walk up the river. By short walk, I mean a wet, strenuous walk against the current with the occasional faceplant from one of my cousins. Once we reached the rapids after a walk that took entirely too long, the fun began. The rapids were a deep, narrow funnel between to large boulders which shot the rider clear into a shallow pool downstream. I never failed to hit a rock on the way down, but it was so worth the initial force of the rapids pushing me. We would spend hours there and finally would crawl back down the river for supper with barely enough energy to lift our

This was one of the best raft rides that I have been on as long for as I can remember.

I wanted to take that boat out and go tubing for the first time in my life. I was so excited that I even offered to blow up the tube by myself with nothing but my lungs, not knowing we had an air pump. Finally, after what felt like hours of begging like the annoying twelve year old I was, my dad said it was time to go. My sisters and I got our life jackets and wet shirts on, while my baby brother and step mom got on the boat, and my dad sat in the driver’s seat. My sisters and I were on the back on the tube, trying to find the best way to position our arms so we didn’t fall off. My dad turned the key to the boat and suddenly, my excitement turned to sheer panic. What happens if I fall off? What if my sisters fall off? What if there was a lake monster or a really big fish in the water? From that moment on, I was determined to stay on, so I held on to the handles for dear

In Eagle River, Wisconsin June of 2006 my parents and I made the 30 minute drive from my brothers camp, Kawaga, to mine, Chippewa. I was seven years old sitting in the back seat of this car thinking about how my brother, Max, loves his camp so I would too. However, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. We arrived and my parents stopped the car to take a picture of me in front of the big red rustic sign “Chippewa Ranch Camp” it said. As we drove down the long dirt driveway it finally hit me that I was about to get out of this car and not see my parents for an entire month. I couldn’t even spend the night out I would call them to pick me up at midnight from my friends homes, how in the world was I going to survive four whole weeks of

Ever since I found out my softball team could make it to California for Nationals I knew this would be our goal for the summer. Now here is where the challenging part came in, we only had three chances to make it to California. We made it, we were lucky enough to make our goal in the third chance.

We finally docked to our first destination, Catalina Island. Stepping on the island was so surreal, the air was so fresh, the island scenery covered in green, and the houses were unbelievably beautiful. A group of decided we wanted to go parasailing so we all chipped in and got tickets to go. Four of us, girls, and other passengers got on this speed boat and sped off far enough to catch good air for the parachute. A couple of people were ahead of us so we got to see what we were going to expect and hear the people's opinion on how it went when it was finally our turn to go up. Gisselle, my roommate, paired up to go together and we were very anxious. We both got geared up and the boat started going to get some wind. We got shot off the boat,

The first part of our trek was rather easy. I didn’t have much trouble at all on the long and wide parts of the trail. Because the paths were paved, a decent width, and we were not very high in elevation, we were able to stop and take a lot to take many pictures and water breaks; which my parents were happy about. I was just excited to get there.

Imagine laying on a private beach right now in California. You’re sitting in a comfortable lawn chair with a front-row seat to the Pacific Ocean. You have waiters bringing you any kind of drink or food you want, and the sun is making you golden tan. Now, imagine the thrill you get while being on a roller coaster. The sun is beating down on you while you’re standing in line, but the wait for the exhilarating roller coaster is worth it. I got to experience all of this and more on my trip to Los Angeles, California. I went on this trip the week of my birthday, which is July 31, with my parents and my two sisters. My second trip to California was an unforgettable experience that was important due to all of the locations I got to visit, all of the knowledge I now have from this trip, and all of the memories I made with my family.

This summer, my brother Edel, my father, and I were supposed to sleep in a cabin, which was in tremendous mountains, go hiking, swimming in breath-taking waterfalls and zip lining on one of the world's most enormous ziplines. I was extremely anxious to begin my paradisiacal vacation. On the other hand, Edel was not as eager as I was to potentially die. First of all, it was a excessively safe zip line, that also had wagers which stated if you were harmed they were not responsible. SOO, he had a slight point. There were still hundreds of human beings that had a once-in-a-lifetime experience. My father had already gone once, how much harder is it going on a second time?

I remember a time in my life not too long ago when my family and I went white water rafting for the first time. We had been spending some of our summer vacation at a cabin in the Smokey Mountains, close to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. The next day we would experience feelings of exhilarating excitement, with a sense of suspense and anticipation as we rafted down the Nantahala River.

It is an ideal activity for families with small children; the whole family can do the rafting. From 4 years on, we descend about 8 km of river.

Ever since the beginning of summer, I was looking forward to one activity in particular on this vacation: our white water rafting trip. I could just imagine the cool water of the river, and the wind swiftly rubbing my tiny little face. The trees dancing in the wind, while the birds sing me a gentle song while I aimlessly float down the river. This adventurous trip was quickly approaching us, as it was only a day away. I