City Bear Narrative

Up in the mountains, surrounded by looming trees and deafening insects—this was how I spent a week of my life. I spent a moment of my 2014 summer in Tennessee’s Smoky Mountains with my family. The best part of the trip was the cabin with all its flaws and excitements. Homesickness was absent due to the coziness of our cabin called City Bear. From the moment we arrived, the design of the cabin, with its gadgets and the view all around us, took my breath away. Our car bumped along the gravel road up to the cabin. City Bear rested on a ledge in the mountainside, in the middle of a hill rising to the top. A single lopsided tree grew in front of the cabin with a wooden plaque spelling City Bear nailed to the trunk. The cabin itself was two stories high with a rock base to sit level on. Every time I entered the cabin, I was greeted by the honey fragrance that the wooden interior gave off. As I made my way across the room, I took in the living room with the silent T.V. elevated above the electric fireplace in the left corner of the room. The kitchen area was neat and barely used on my right side, a picnic-style table stood in the center. The stairs, so steep I knocked my knees on the …show more content…
Floor to ceiling windows took up two walls, viewing the mountain side. A humming buzz that came from the air hockey table sounded like a vacuum cleaner, the noise barely audible above the other game tables. Loud clanking rang out as foosball figurines spun and kicked the ball around the table. Thuds from the poles being rammed against the table suggest an intense game. The pool table, often occupied by my dad and older brother, told of a calmer game. Their poles thumped against the wooden floor as the boys positioned themselves around the table to take their shot. Without a fifth person upstairs, Pac Man sounded from the game machine in the corner of the room, teasing me. I, however, had a different destination in