To illustrate, my absolute favorite spot in the world is in a very confined part of the wondrous state of Wyoming. This blissful place is called Grayrocks Reservoir in the city of Wheatland. It is about a 3 hour drive from home, but every agonizing hour spent in the steamy, hot car is worth it. Grayrocks appeals to me so much because its always so peaceful. There is an abundant amount of rocky mountain-like hills to hike for comforting sunset adventures, the water is serene enough to take floaties out and sleep right on the ripples, and the reservoir is wide enough for some somewhat ludicrous boating, jetskiing, and tubing trips. The water gives of sweet, earthy smells and is so clear that you can see your own toes when you’re waist deep. For
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The first day was mainly for some serious relaxation. When we got there we set up camp of course, but then immediately put the lawn chairs out and made our own little cabana. Us kids spent the day playing volleyball, swimming, paddle boarding, and getting into an intense game of cornhole. Once the sun set and the adults started making their eminent dinners, we went for a night swim. We brought out some glowsticks and, of course, ended up having extreme chicken fights in which Colton and I paired up and our friend Delaney paired up with Hailee. During these fights, we basically wrestle on top of each other’s shoulders until one of the pairs falls. It seems a bit dangerous and quite frankly, insane, but it's all for good fun. That night, as we were laying on the floaties, some neighboring campers set off fireworks that made the extravagant, stary Wyoming sky even more beautiful. As the night progressed the family ended up playing some unmentionable, but absolutely hilarious games around the campfire, we cooked some s'mores, and told stories that made us laugh till we cried. These are the nights I live for. Everything was perfect. We had great weather, nice neighbors, and all our worries had washed down the drain. Nothing could’ve ruined this trip or so we …show more content…
At first I thought it was a dream, but when our camper started shaking I realized that this was actually happening. About 20 minutes went by and nothing had gotten better. The music was still uncomfortably loud and now the lovely new neighbors had started a bonfire that was alarmingly large and dangerously close the RV’s. The adults at our site were furious and walked over together to ask politely if they could tone it down, however, polite didn’t seem to work on them. My older cousins, being firefighters, took matters into their own hands and worked to extinguish their fire without their consent. Little did we know, this would start a mini war between the camp sites. Those other campers sure didn’t like that they did that, but since it was now around 4:15am everyone went their separate ways and headed to bed after the interaction. We figured this ruckus was a one time thing, but it started up again at breakfast the next morning. At our campsite we had light, country music playing as we gathered around the folding tables to eat while our neighbors had punk rock music on full blast with curse words coming in left and right. Soon, my uncle went over and asked if they’d mind turning the music down a bit and one of the college-aged looking boys literally threw an uncooked egg at my uncle’s face. He came back with egg yolk oozing down his cheek. Now, being the giggly family that we are, we actually
The first day was mainly for some serious relaxation. When we got there we set up camp of course, but then immediately put the lawn chairs out and made our own little cabana. Us kids spent the day playing volleyball, swimming, paddle boarding, and getting into an intense game of cornhole. Once the sun set and the adults started making their eminent dinners, we went for a night swim. We brought out some glowsticks and, of course, ended up having extreme chicken fights in which Colton and I paired up and our friend Delaney paired up with Hailee. During these fights, we basically wrestle on top of each other’s shoulders until one of the pairs falls. It seems a bit dangerous and quite frankly, insane, but it's all for good fun. That night, as we were laying on the floaties, some neighboring campers set off fireworks that made the extravagant, stary Wyoming sky even more beautiful. As the night progressed the family ended up playing some unmentionable, but absolutely hilarious games around the campfire, we cooked some s'mores, and told stories that made us laugh till we cried. These are the nights I live for. Everything was perfect. We had great weather, nice neighbors, and all our worries had washed down the drain. Nothing could’ve ruined this trip or so we …show more content…
At first I thought it was a dream, but when our camper started shaking I realized that this was actually happening. About 20 minutes went by and nothing had gotten better. The music was still uncomfortably loud and now the lovely new neighbors had started a bonfire that was alarmingly large and dangerously close the RV’s. The adults at our site were furious and walked over together to ask politely if they could tone it down, however, polite didn’t seem to work on them. My older cousins, being firefighters, took matters into their own hands and worked to extinguish their fire without their consent. Little did we know, this would start a mini war between the camp sites. Those other campers sure didn’t like that they did that, but since it was now around 4:15am everyone went their separate ways and headed to bed after the interaction. We figured this ruckus was a one time thing, but it started up again at breakfast the next morning. At our campsite we had light, country music playing as we gathered around the folding tables to eat while our neighbors had punk rock music on full blast with curse words coming in left and right. Soon, my uncle went over and asked if they’d mind turning the music down a bit and one of the college-aged looking boys literally threw an uncooked egg at my uncle’s face. He came back with egg yolk oozing down his cheek. Now, being the giggly family that we are, we actually