Descriptive Essay

We were given an inside tour of how these awkward, powerful, ugly, yet beautiful birds were raised and cared for. Afterwards we continued over to the Congo Caves to explore the depths, to hear the stories, and to witness magnificent stalactites made of limestone. As we awoke the morning of day three, you could feel the anxiety, the nervousness, and the excitement of what was to come. No, it wasn’t that we were going to canoe in the crystal clear cool waters of the Wilderness Lagoon; nor was it about the birds and wildlife that thrive on the lagoon. This was the day my youngest son had been waiting for, to leap head first off of a perfectly good bridge into the abyss. As the VW bus roared over the bridge, the same bridge that my son would soon be leaping from, I tried to remember the last time I intentionally, purposefully, attempted an adrenaline rush. Could I do it again? Nevertheless, my son could and did. As I watched him take that leap, I could hear his scream of excitement, joy, fear and happiness. And, upon his return to the top of the bridge, the smile on his face, the smile as big as the Cheshire cat in “Alice in Wonderland” said it all. After experiencing such excitement and adrenaline from the previous day, we awoke on day four feeling slightly exhausted but nonetheless filled with anticipation for the upcoming events of the day. We