Canoe

clear water. The sea was a mirror that day, and as she looked down into the blue she saw her own face staring back. Worry was present in her eyes, as she continued staring down, hoping for a glimpse of anything other than herself. Waves lapped at the canoe, slowly rocking the boat back and forth, causing Coyotito to still in her arms. She glanced down to check the infant was still breathing, simply to satisfy the brief thought in her head that he had stilled forever, before closing her eyes. Her face

little canoeing trip. Before we could just jump in the river with a canoe, we had to register. Upon arriving at the registering table, I could see the long line of anxious kids, like me, and frustrated parents, most likely like mine, standing in line to register. We spent a good twenty minutes standing in the hot rays of the rising sun over the opened, grassy area, near the banks of the river just trying to register to get a canoe. After finally being able to register, my family along with other

It was day 2 of the annual canoe trip that my Boy Scout troop goes on. I was in a kayak because of a lack of canoes. The day started out with a cold and groggy morning. The scouts ventured out to find wood to start a fire with, and the adults began to fix breakfast and their morning cup of coffee. After the boys had gathered enough wood for a fire, and the adults had breakfast prepared to be cooked, the scouts constructed a roaring fire for everyone to cook their food over. Breakfast was set to be

later my dad came up to me and said there was something he wanted to tell me. He seemed off edge and had been acting unusual the last couple of days. Eventually, he spoke up and said that he would go canoeing with me. Once we got in the water with the canoe, me sitting in front and my dad steering in the back, he started to tell me a story. He felt bad for not taking me sooner but he felt that I wasn’t ready to hear what he was about to tell me. It was a story he had never told anyone before, and it was

When I was really young I didn’t go to summer camp, I would spend it with my cousins on Cape Cod. From age 3 to 9 we would spend at least half the summer there, going to the beach and spending time with my family. I went to rec camp for 2 weeks when I was going into Second grade, but it wasn’t memorable apart from the visit to Funtown Splashtown. When I was going into fifth grade my parents decided to send my sister and I to Blueberry Cove Camp in Tenants Harbor. It was a week long sleep away camp

Enveloped in the deafening cheers, I rise with the crowd for the winner team of the annual dragon boat race held in Kentucky. The surging waves, the billowing flag, and the spurting paddlers, all bring me back to the old tales of childhood; how predecessors have sacrificed for the great cause, how the auspicious dragon has blessed our birthland. I hear my Grandma's voice echo like solemn peals," the true dragon lies within your heart…". As one imposing dragon finally takes over the banner, I am submerged

“Just around the river-bend...Should I choose the smoothest course, steady as the beating drum?” If you’ve ever heard this song from Pocahontas, then you know that this part of the song relates to many aspects of life. This song reflects the decision that my best friend and I made this summer. My best friend, Julia, and I are a very outdoorsy pair and are avid fishers. Naturally, our first choice of entertainment is something outdoor related. We decided that the week I leave for my Colorado trip

Tsimshian Tribe Tsimshian, which means “ People inside of the Skeena River”, is one of the coastal tribe in the Pacific Northwest Coast. This tribe distribute in two main areas, which are British Columbia, Canada and Alaska in the US. According to that, they have a different group name for each location. For example, Tsimshian indigenous who live surrounded the mouth of the Skeena River and nearly the sea; the Gitskan who live further up the indigenous people place; the Nishga who stay the basin

white water rafting. The water thrashed us all over the place in our little boat. Midway through our adventure there was this girl who was struggling in her canoe. She was falling behind and we were quickly approaching the hardest part of the rapids. Even though I did not really know how to canoe I still switched boats with her. Now I was in a canoe and she was with my family on the raft. It was my first time canoeing, and I have to admit I was kind of scared. I took the rapid like a champ al by myself

“Hey! Look up” I screamed as I threw a rock into the surface of the sparkling water. The sun laid on the water as it reflected itself. My best friend Sanju Thotakuri smiled as her face brightened up like the sun. “Thanks” I said. “ I really want to go in more, don’t you” I ask as I dip my hand with my watch on it into the water ignoring my watch isn’t waterproof. “I do” says Sanju as she goes more into the lake, as rocks and the slippery mud that me and Sanju call quicksand bury her feet down