Descriptive Essay About Canoeing

Reaching the 10 mile mark to get back to the original camping site got everyone happy but the happiness soon died as the dark clouds caved our heads and tiny little droplets fell down like bullets. The strong wind howled through the river and the thunder roared. Trees on the side started dancing and leaves clapped their hands. My canoe started rocking harder and harder from side to side allowing the big waves to come into my canoe. Three canoes was already ahead of us and another just went past us. The strong currents taking us to wherever it want us to be. At first, I thought it would stop soon but the storm seem to be more. As every second ticked by, the cloud above us grew darker and the wind blew faster, my body feel like giving up and the confidence I had is lower than before.
The rock was faded green and grey. At the time when our canoe hit the rock the canoe had turned around going against the current. Turning my head around only to see the canoes that was once beside us way ahead getting smaller. Getting back to my group is all that I wanted at the moment. Paddling again did not take us anywhere. Day sat in front of the canoe all drenched wet and with the most grumpiest look on her. She had her paddle on the side with her hands covering her hair while trying to reach for her poncho. “ The is not the place to die.”, I thought. If we were to just paddle just a little more than we’ll be free. I started paddling again and Day still didn’t move an inch. I yelled at Day with tears in my eyes,“YOU BETTER START PADDLING! I DON’T WANT TO DIE HERE!” Which turn out more of a whin than a command but still manage to make sure she can hear me over the heavy rain and crazy