Adirondak Trip
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Narrative Essay
Nicholas Warner
September 9th, 2007
The End?
This past summer my cousin, some friends, and I embarked on a weekend Adirondacks canoeing trip. Little did we know what was soon to be cut short by fear for our lives. But what do you expect when you are drunk and burn up all the resources, then find a gold mine of future warmth "wood". However being drunk had little to do with being afraid for our lives. More or less it had to do with stealing split, stacked, and seasoned hard wood from an unfriendly old man.
As we came upon our destination, the beer flowing steadily, we unloaded our canoes and headed down the posted path. With smiles on our faces and continuous insults, we slid or gear packed vessels into the cold, clear water. When we hit land on the far side of the lake, we immediately set up sleeping arrangements and then started scavenging for fallen branches and twigs for kindling. After completely cleaning the surrounding of fallen tree debris, we realized we didn't only have enough wood for the first night there. But what did we care? we had beer, and if it came to it, all we would have to do is go sleep in the truck. We're here, and we have enough wood to support our need of warmth for the first night, and in the morning we could search the surrounding areas of the lake. After we got the fire going and some food in our stomachs, we loaded the fire up and bunked down for the night. God we were idiots! We burnt through all the wood we had and really fast. With no worries about conserving our supply for a morning fire, we figured that if the fire was burning big and hot it would keep us warm all night.
Do you know how uncomfortable it is to wake up shivering cold at four in the morning without any fire or even hot coals? Apparently it was very uncomfortable because we were all up and all looking at the pit where just hours before there was a blazing orange and...
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