Narrative Essay About Camping Experience

Two years ago was my first ever camping experience within a cabin. Before that, I relished staying at home and on occasion, I would take a hike with my father. I did not feel as though the outdoors was a place that truly captivated me. 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, I could only think about the trip. When I ate, I thought camping. When I relaxed, or make the attempt to do so, I thought camping. It also did not help that while I conducted research on Raystown Lake, I discovered various cases of people drowning there. The fact that my father was traveling along did help to mollify my concerns to a small degree, but they still remained …show more content…
We then ascended, grabbed some spare clothes, and traveled down a path leading to the set of bathrooms. The path had sharp thorn bushes everywhere, as every step I took, I became pricked by something else. A few painful steps later, we finally reached the set restrooms, took a shower, got ready, and headed down to the kitchen area where everyone was expecting our arrival. After getting out of the shower, the morning air felt so brisk on my skin that I made sure to grab a hoodie before heading down. In the kitchen area, I helped to cook some eggs and bacon using the cold metal pots and pans that resulted in me rolling down my sleeve in order to hold them comfortably. As I cooked, I noticed the marvelous salty and buttery smell in the air and the soft “sizzle” of the bacon and eggs in the …show more content…
My father and I constructed the fire with some of the leftover firewood and some small branches in the woods. My father lets me start the fire with a Firestarter kit that he removed from his bag. It was a nice accomplishment for me and everyone around seemed satisfied with the job done. The fire’s shear warmth and ever glowing embers almost soothed me fully asleep. Then came the noise. “Grrrrrr,” came from somewhere in the area surrounding the fire. My heart began to race and pump quickly. My father and Larry acted calmly and took a stick out of the fire out, dumped water on the remaining fire, and we slowly returned to our cabins safely. We had no idea what type of animal it was that night, but it was alarming enough to have us leave the fire for the safety of the cabin. We all talked for a bit, had a few laughs and then felt that we should go to sleep. As I laid in bed, I reflected on how my experience in Raystown had changed my perspective on the outdoors. I felt that the outdoors gave me thrills and adventures that I had never experienced before. Without the trip, I would have been consumed by the indoors and never realized how much the natural world helps to revitalize and invigorate you as an individual. It also helps the bonding of individuals as I experience much so with my father on the