Narrative Essay: Rocky Ridge

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There I was in the middle of Saskatchewan, Canada fishing with my grandfather. My mother and brother were also there and we had been fishing for about four hours. We had taken a 45 minute boat ride to into the back river system in order to get to the “Glory Hole” as my grandfather calls it. All was still and it just started drizzling a little which is normal for the afternoon, in summer at the area we were at. But as we started the motor to leave it roared to life and sputtered out within seconds. We tried to start it again and fill it with more gas, but the motor kept sputtering out. Finally my grandfather took us to an island in the middle of the river where the bears would not swim to due to the current being too fast. We anchored the boat …show more content…
My brother, sister, and mother were taking all the big rocks they could find and were building things out of these rocks. The reason we called the island “Rocky Ridge” was due to the island being almost solid rock with one small beach, but the biggest factor was the jagged, rough rocks scattered across the island. By the beaches and even in the center of this island there were thousands of these rocks in many sizes. The island was around a football field in length and half of a football field in width. While my grandfather sat in the boat trying to fix the boat I walked around the island and looked for anything to occupy my time whether that be a swingset or a bunch of rocks to skip. I eventually found another small patch of sand around the size of a door. I sat down on the sand and put my feet in the cold water and just looked out into the river as I realized no one had phone service and that we could be on the island for a long while. I got up after about 5 minutes and pulled out my phone which was a sliding phone at the time and I checked the time, it was around two in the …show more content…
As I examined the hut we all looked out into the river and saw a caribou swimming across the river by itself and my brother got all our attention and pointed at it. Then we all looked out and took pictures of the caribou as my grandfather grunted to himself. I then asked him what had he just said and he looked at me and told me a long story about how when he was a kid he got locked in a barn overnight and how in the morning when he woke up he felt as if he had been seen or spotted. He said he felt that feeling right at that moment and the last time he was stranded he had felt the same way right before someone spotted him and saved him. Well about fifteen minutes after he said that a seaplane had just appeared on the horizon above the trees. We had lit a four by four foot fire pit and we were all sitting around it relaxing. At this point I took my phone out and turned the flashlight on as I went to do that I glanced at the time and it was six in the afternoon. My mom and I waved our flashlights at the plane to get its attention and the fire was burning at its

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