Personal Narrative-River Rafting In California

Rugged River Rapids In the rugged river rapids, The salmon slowly swim. Four years in the ocean,

This past summer my family went on a vacation out west to Zion National Park, Utah. In Zion, we saw many amazing things, but nothing could compare to our trip to the top of Angel's Landing. The morning of our hike we were scheduled to leave our hotel by six o’clock. It was cold and foggy and all I had on was a pair of shorts, a tank top, and my new black hiking sandals; nonetheless, I was freezing. When we finally got to the shuttle bus stop there were very few people there. On the shuttle bus ride, my anxiety about going on this hike was growing even more.

Every other cast I pulled in a rocky bass all covered in green and brown scales. Then on the other casts, I hooked sunfish and as I reeled them in at various sizes, I watched their yellow bellies flip in and out of focus as the struggled to release themselves. On the rare account that I was not catching anything, I was always entertained with the thousands of minnows, crayfish, and stonecats that swarmed around my feet. After wasting all my bait or getting to triple digits in my fish count, I usually went swimming because it beat getting yelled at for every little thing by my grandmother. My favorite spot was the rapids that were just a short walk up the river. By short walk, I mean a wet, strenuous walk against the current with the occasional faceplant from one of my cousins. Once we reached the rapids after a walk that took entirely too long, the fun began. The rapids were a deep, narrow funnel between to large boulders which shot the rider clear into a shallow pool downstream. I never failed to hit a rock on the way down, but it was so worth the initial force of the rapids pushing me. We would spend hours there and finally would crawl back down the river for supper with barely enough energy to lift our

This was one of the best raft rides that I have been on as long for as I can remember.

In Eagle River, Wisconsin June of 2006 my parents and I made the 30 minute drive from my brothers camp, Kawaga, to mine, Chippewa. I was seven years old sitting in the back seat of this car thinking about how my brother, Max, loves his camp so I would too. However, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. We arrived and my parents stopped the car to take a picture of me in front of the big red rustic sign “Chippewa Ranch Camp” it said. As we drove down the long dirt driveway it finally hit me that I was about to get out of this car and not see my parents for an entire month. I couldn’t even spend the night out I would call them to pick me up at midnight from my friends homes, how in the world was I going to survive four whole weeks of

My trip to the Grand Canyon was the best experience I ever had so far in my life. My grandparents from Korea came along with us. Even though I saw them last year it was still an enjoyable moment that I had. Grand Canyon is located in Arizona so what our family did was fly to Las Vegas early in the morning and arrive in Nevada around 9 o’clock am. Driving to Grand Canyon was also five hours with heavy traffic. Driving and stopping every hour was hard to do but at the end it was all worth it. It was good that I had couple electronic devices and my family to keep me in company.

There is really no other experience in the world like American river rafting. You can choose to take a leisurely raft down light rapids, or take a violent thrashing through some serious waves. Rafting is a lot cheaper than cruise ships and other adventures you can do on the water, and it is a sheer adrenaline rush.

This summer, my brother Edel, my father, and I were supposed to sleep in a cabin, which was in tremendous mountains, go hiking, swimming in breath-taking waterfalls and zip lining on one of the world's most enormous ziplines. I was extremely anxious to begin my paradisiacal vacation. On the other hand, Edel was not as eager as I was to potentially die. First of all, it was a excessively safe zip line, that also had wagers which stated if you were harmed they were not responsible. SOO, he had a slight point. There were still hundreds of human beings that had a once-in-a-lifetime experience. My father had already gone once, how much harder is it going on a second time?

After going on a little longer we went to a river that was between two waterfalls. The water was so clear that you could see every pebble at the bottom. My dad didn’t want to swim, so he stayed on land and watched us have fun. There were some kids down the river that were trying to swim up the updraft. My mom said they were being stupid because they might be pushed down the river

Just a short distance of nearly a mile from the island, some heavy rapids awaited our coming. They were something we all had to just deal with, and figure out by trial and error, the best way to pass through them. A fellow scout of mine, Ben, decided he wanted to be the first to try his luck in these rapids. Ben was a first year scout, who had never been on the canoe trip before. Ben was in a kayak as well. I followed closely behind Ben so that I could be of assistance should anything go

I wanted to take that boat out and go tubing for the first time in my life. I was so excited that I even offered to blow up the tube by myself with nothing but my lungs, not knowing we had an air pump. Finally, after what felt like hours of begging like the annoying twelve year old I was, my dad said it was time to go. My sisters and I got our life jackets and wet shirts on, while my baby brother and step mom got on the boat, and my dad sat in the driver’s seat. My sisters and I were on the back on the tube, trying to find the best way to position our arms so we didn’t fall off. My dad turned the key to the boat and suddenly, my excitement turned to sheer panic. What happens if I fall off? What if my sisters fall off? What if there was a lake monster or a really big fish in the water? From that moment on, I was determined to stay on, so I held on to the handles for dear

It is an ideal activity for families with small children; the whole family can do the rafting. From 4 years on, we descend about 8 km of river.

Imagine laying on a private beach right now in California. You’re sitting in a comfortable lawn chair with a front-row seat to the Pacific Ocean. You have waiters bringing you any kind of drink or food you want, and the sun is making you golden tan. Now, imagine the thrill you get while being on a roller coaster. The sun is beating down on you while you’re standing in line, but the wait for the exhilarating roller coaster is worth it. I got to experience all of this and more on my trip to Los Angeles, California. I went on this trip the week of my birthday, which is July 31, with my parents and my two sisters. My second trip to California was an unforgettable experience that was important due to all of the locations I got to visit, all of the knowledge I now have from this trip, and all of the memories I made with my family.

Our raft almost sank a few times because of the constant splashing of water into our raft. Each time we passed a stretch of rapids, and especially when we made it to the top of each fall a sense of anticipation would come over me I didn’t know what would happen next. There was always a chance that our raft might hit a boulder and flip, or that someone might fall out. We were always passing these jagged rocks and giant boulders that could have easily flipped our raft or got us stuck. Some of the rocks were sharp enough to give you a bad gash or even break a bone if you hit them with enough force. Many rafts floating aside us were caught on big boulders, and they had a hard time getting there raft loose and back in the water. There were only one or two very unfortunate groups of people that had the misfortune of accidentally flipping their rafts. Our guide kept screaming out orders telling us which way to paddle or lean to keep us from flipping. Luckily, we never did.

Ever since the beginning of summer, I was looking forward to one activity in particular on this vacation: our white water rafting trip. I could just imagine the cool water of the river, and the wind swiftly rubbing my tiny little face. The trees dancing in the wind, while the birds sing me a gentle song while I aimlessly float down the river. This adventurous trip was quickly approaching us, as it was only a day away. I