Easter

Every year it is a tradition that my mom's side of the family goes hiking at Devils Lake. It is a fun time hanging out with cousins that we rarely see. Usually we hike up the mountain and find a nice spot to stop and have a picnic. Every family brings something to contribute. My grandparents usually make sandwiches, my cousins bring hard-boiled eggs, we bring snacks, and so on. We have a tasty picnic and then hike down the mountain again. Sometimes, the girls walk back to the car, while  us boys climb up the side of the mountain. We usually end up at the top, and then just take the path down. Eventually, we meet the girls back at the car. We always have an outstanding Easter at Devils Lake.

P.S.-The side of the mountain only gets as steep as 45°

On a dock or pier on the river-

I stood there, fishing pole in hand, toying with the gooey worm I had taken out of the cold Styrofoam container. It squirmed as I started to spear it with the hook. After quite some trouble, I had baited my hook and was ready to cast. "You getting it okay?" my cousin asked, not taking his eyes off his own bobber. "Yeah," I replied. I shuffled over next to my cousin and cast into the crystal clear water. Fishing was something I liked. I love the sense of accomplishment after catching a fish. It just feels so good to yank your line out of the water and see a squirming little fish on the end of it. But, fishing also has its disadvantages. Your hands end up all gross from touching the worms and fish. Yet,  I still find it calming to sit on the pier and let your feet lightly skim the water. I felt a cool breeze brush up against me and it gave me chills up my spine. All of a sudden, my bobber starts to jiggle a bit, and then plummets under the water like a rock. I give my line a yank, and start to reel in fast. Soon  I see a little fin come above the water, next thing I know I'm sitting there with I flopping fish on the end of my line. My 7th fish! I was having a pretty lucky day.

Forest

I trample through the woodland area, trying to find a premiere location for my fort. I also kept a sharp eye out for fallen down trees and branches  that I could use. I stumbled up upon a chicken-wire fence. I tried to think of a use for it, I could make a wall, or a ceiling with it, maybe even tie some logs together. I dug in my pocket for my switchblade knife. I brought it out and opened up the wire cutters. Slowly, I snapped links of the fence until finally I had broken a fair-sized piece off. I strapped it to my backpack, and kept walking. Soon enough I came to a tree. It was slumped over, with  a few braches reaching for the ground. I gather up some sticks and my chicken wire, and started to make my hideout. Soon I had built a wall across the front ant I piled up some leaves that I could sleep on. I was so exhausted that I curled up on my pile, and slept.

Waves rolling up a shore, over rocks-

I feel a cool breeze brushing up against me, I hear seagulls calling. I start to get into the warm water, and wade out to the jet ski. I hop on, and fasten the lanyard to my wrist. My dad jumps on the back seat. My dad instructs me to go. I press the ignition button. I wait for a few seconds as the engine roars to life. Slowly, I pull on the throttle. We start to accelerate rapidly. Soon were planing on top of the crystal blue water. My dad points towards a big bunch of seagulls, I swerve towards them. All around us they fly away. Almost as if we were trapped in a furious vortex of white feathers. Soon enough, the view clears up, and were off, gliding across the smooth field of crystal, water spitting at my face.

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