Personal Narrative Essay: Camping With Wolves
My most memorable camping trip
Growing up my family went camping a lot. My parents wanted to make sure my brother and I grew up appreciating the outdoors. Of all of the campouts I’ve been on, my favorite was our trip to Mission: Wolf. Mission Wolf, is a wolf sanctuary located in the mountains of southern Colorado.
We left our house very early in the morning on a Friday. It was still dark out and the moon and stars were twinkling in the blackness. As we drove, the sky to the East began to slowly transition from black to blue and the stars slowly vanished into dawn. Country music softly filled the car and occasionally my mother’s voice could be heard humming along to music. The horizon inched into a purple and eventually …show more content…
I could hardly believe my ears and eagerly said yes. After explaining some rules, Mike led us into a pen and had us sit on a fallen tree. Once we were seated and silent, Mike signaled another volunteer who opened another gate and let two wolves into our enclosure. They were shy at first and slowly crept towards us only to turn and scamper away. Sitting quiet and watch them approach and disappear was almost unbearable I wanted to go to them and pet them so bad but I waited patiently. Finally, a wolf walked up to me and sniffed my shoes, slowly it worked its way up to my lap and hands. I was both excited and scared. Finally, she looked at me in the eyes and touched her nose to mine. What a rush to be this close to a wolf. I slowly moved my had to touch her. Her fur was unlike anything I’d felt before. It was soft and coarse at the same time. The long corse hairs you felt first and the below this corse hair was soft downy fur. She let me slowly stroke her for several minutes before moving to another person in our group. As if on cue, then other wolf came up to me and we repeated the dance. We sat, watched and interacted with the wolves for about a half hour before Mike lead us back out of the enclosure. My family spent the afternoon walking between the enclosures watching the wolves until it grew dark and we were again serenaded to