Trail Narrative

The sun light shown through the leaves of the forest onto the trail, the dirt on the forest floor was damp from the last days rain, roots of the trees raised from the grown like long bony fingers, the bushes that lined the trail were bright green, filled with green insects and thornes. The sound of the lake and dam grew louder as we approached the start of the trail. Holes in the middle of the trail forced us to take an alternate route into the forest. The bamboo was closely packed together making it hard to get through. After sliding in the mud and struggling to get the bikes through the stalks, we had reached the trail.We had come to a part where the trail split into two directions, the one closer to the river was the one we chose, that one …show more content…
Being in the front made it harder to pick solid, unmuddy ground, we came across one of the last turns on the side of the trials were thorn bushes hiding the river from view, the ground came to a lip and from that went down ten feet that meet with the brown in the river. None of us really remember what happened to me, but to my memory i had rode my bike all the way until i hit the water, my tires never locked up my bars never twisted and i never reacted to the fall, the second i past the bush i knew i would be in the water, once my head went under i thought of the worse, the water was cold, too cold for a november afternoon, the bike sunk bringing me down with …show more content…
The roots held but the dirt under me slid out, i reached up and grabbed the kid's hand, i climbed over the lip and gasped, i threw my phone out of my pocket and cam caught it. One of the older kids sacrificed his hoodie and wrapped it around the soaken iphone. I pulled of my hoodie and shoes and began to breathe steadily. The color of my skin had changed from white to muddy brown and my socks held more dirt and water then feet. I felt the sun shining down from the top of the