An Unforgettable Weekend At Raystown Lake Essay
Two years ago was my first ever cabin camping experience. Before that, I enjoyed staying at home and every once in a while I would take a hike with my father. I mainly felt that the outdoors was a place that I would only like to travel to on occasion, instead of being a place that drew me in. As a result of these prior thoughts, I became anxious at the thought of traveling to a campground nearby Raystown Lake. The week leading up to it, that’s all I could think about. When I would eat, I thought camping. When I would relax, or make the attempt to do so, I thought camping. It also did not help that while I did research on Raystown Lake, I found out about the many deaths that occurred there. The fact that my father was traveling along with me did help to mollify my concerns to a small degree, but they still remained intact. You see, my father is all about the outdoors. He has so many hiking backpacks, canteens, knives, shoes, etc. Knowing this, he was very fascinated about the trip. This weekend trip to Raystown was not only my first camping trip taken with my father but also my first true test to see if I could survive the wild.
“It’s time to take off and go meet my friend,” said my father abruptly as I tiredly ate breakfast at the dinner table. It was a Friday and we had already packed all of our belongings into bags the night beforehand.
I then responded by muttering the words, “Already, it’s only 7:00 a.m.?”
“Well, after we meet…