Narrative Essay On Pololu Valley

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“Alright kids, we’re here!” Mom shouted happily as we drove into the extremely tight parking space. As soon as we stopped, everyone in the car rushed outside to stretch their legs and get some fresh air. I was here at Pololu valley with my mom, my dad, my brother, and my best friend, Christianne. I turned away from mom energetically taking pictures of everything and everyone to observe my not-so-new surroundings and to think about our reason for coming here. We had actually visited this place a few months prior to this trip. On that trip, we only went to look at the valley. Mom thought that the only thing to do at the valley was sightseeing, but then she noticed the path that presumably led down to the beach below. At the end of that trip, …show more content…
It felt like I was gliding down the trail. I was leaping over ditches and jumping over rocks along the way. The trail got really narrow and rocky near the end, so I had to slow down. Everyone eventually caught up and we took our first steps into the valley. The trail opened up to a beach that was covered in black sand. “What is that?” I said as I pointed to this ball-like thing that was covered in something like kelp. “Maybe it’s a buoy.” Christianne said as she kept walking. This place was kinda weird. I think I saw an anchor leaning against some rocks and there was a jet ski sitting on the beach as well. The first part of the beach seemed to be separated by a river that came from further in the valley. We kept walking until we found a nice place to rest under some trees. “Who wants to go swimming?” Mom asked. I didn’t want to. Let’s just say that me and the ocean disagree with each other. As we were talking, a random duck showed up and looked at us rather expectantly. I threw it a random cracker that I was eating and it gobbled it up happily. Mom thought it was a good idea to give the duck water and ran off to find something that would hold the water. “This duck kinda reminds me of the ones back in my agriculture class.” I said as I stared at the duck. “How?” Christianne asked …show more content…
The stick I randomly grabbed had a slight curve to it. I thought I could make it into a bow or something later. I handed Christianne another stick, just in case she wanted one. The first quarter of the trail wasn 't that bad as long as I walked at a slow pace. By the time I made it up halfway, however, my legs were screaming at me in protest. I tripped on a few rocks because of my sluggish pace. Luckily, I caught myself with the stick I was carrying. After the long and grueling hike back up, I finally reached the top. I wasn’t the last one to reach the top. I was second. I tossed my stick aside. It had served me well, but I didn’t think I could actually make a bow out of it. All of us gladly piled into the truck after what had happened. Mom had some trouble reversing out of the really narrow parking area. After we finally got into an open area, I asked if I could sit in the back of the truck. I figured that the breeze would help me cool off. Due to the way we were currently parked, I was within arm’s reach of some guinea

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