Personal Narrative-A Walk In The Woods

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I took a hike on the High Acres nature path, with my Mom, Sister and golden retriever, Tobey. When I first entered the trail, the path started really wide and began to get narrower. Along both sides of the trail were big tall weeds hanging over and rubbing against you. When we were getting close to the pond you could hear the different types of birds chirping, grasshoppers clicking, and bullfrogs croaking. We approached our first intersection, and decided to go left on to the old, white, wooden bridge. As my sister and I walked towards the bridge my sister screamed. There were two black snakes curled up on the path. The snake’s were small with tiny blackheads. the tall uncut grass gave one snake a good hiding place, but the other snake was in the middle of the path. …show more content…
On your left, there were long thick grasses, on your right there was a huge pond. The ducks were floating in groups occasionally diving under water. A big heron stood tall in the middle of the island in the middle of the pond. We walked around the pond, and then we ended up on another trail through the woods. The ground was covered with leaves; most leaves were very light colored. At the next intersection we realized that we had walked a complete circle and we had arrived back at the first bridge. That’s when we knew we were almost out of the trail. We followed that trail all the way out. When we got out we walked around the small pond in the front of the trail. My favorite part of the entire hike was walking around the big pond because it was a very open trail to walk on and I liked all the animals on the

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