The Cabin-Personal Narrative

Early mornings while the Moon could be seen, his breath would fill the air with mist. Chills would fill his body’s skin as he would gather wood for the morning fire. Ian loved where he lived. The vast wilderness of Alaska had always been his home. His childhood, filled with adventure and exploration into the forest he called home. He couldn't imagine a better place to grow up. His Dad would say “It only gets better Son”. Ian loved his parents more than anything. They would sit and reflect on the last day, talking about the day. Ian’s parents had Ian grow up traditionally, learning how to survive in the wilderness. Alaska was a place of Solitude. It always had been. His parents had moved to Alaska after they got …show more content…
The cheapest place to live, with most of the land untouched and unowned. Wildlife everywhere. Brisk mornings. Surviving off only the essentials. They couldn’t disagree that the idea was definitely worth considering. His parents eventually married and saved the money to move. Alaska was on their list because a cousin of theirs owned a cheap cabin. The Cabin was a little over 50 miles from Nome. A city on the Western side of Alaska. Surrounded by wilderness. A few miles to the north is a lake. During the summers, Ian dared to submerged his legs in the water. Right before sprinting to his parents and covering himself up. That was the one downside of where they lived. During the summer it rarely got above the 70’s.

Every trek to town, an adventure. Taking his father’s ATV’s, the trip was much quicker than walking. Ice caused the ATV’s to break down constantly. After a few trips during winter they decided summer was a easier time. One of the trips they went on Ian met a girl. Long blond hair, bubbly blue eyes, a smile bright as the sun. She was gorgeous. After living with his parents, he hadn’t gotten to meet many …show more content…
Often nights he would wonder to the lake just to sit and watch the moon. Thinking about what life would be like anywhere else. Hunting in the woods brought Ian to be closer to nature in a more knowledgeable way. A lot of what Ian’s parents knew about hunting came from experience from living where they live. Ian didn’t love killing animals, but as far away as they lived from company, they needed the food. Over the years Ian had become a very skilled hunter. Able to track an animal through the snow with ease. His best memories developed when snow crunched under his feet and his breath would fill the air. Smelling smoke, knowing home was close and hot food was