Fire Descriptive Writing
It is the first time we have been here since the snow melted. The grass is three feet tall, as are the yellow tansies. We drive in on the dusty gravel road, hauling our campers and four-wheelers. The road twists, turns, rises, and falls with every second we drive. After a long wait in the vehicle, we arrive.
I take the first step out onto the rough, rocky lawn, breathe in the fresh air, and make my way to the back of the truck. Dad and I get the camper ready as my brother unloads the four-wheelers. Once everything is ready, the first thing we always do is go cut firewood.
The campfire is always the main event here. No matter what we are up there to do, we always have to have a relaxing fire. We all gather our chairs and strategically …show more content…
I slowly make my way to the door of the camper and grab its freezing cold handle. My sleeping bag is an icebox, but soon after I crawl in, the warmth from my body heats up the bed and I fall asleep in great peace.
The black sky soon turns bright as the big, yellow sun rises. The songs of the morning birds echo throughout the land. I wake up to the sun’s warm rays touching my face. Slowly, I make my way out of bed and outside. I can hear the sizzling bacon as the wind carries its unique scent to me. Following my nose, I find myself in Grandpa’s camper. Like always, he prepared breakfast for me.
After breakfast, everyone starts to suit up for the day’s big adventure: four-wheeling. We drove nine machines down the trails that day. I was fourth in line like I usually am. The trails turn and twist as the hills make them rise and fall. Tall, green trees come and go. With every turn, another view comes in sight. Speed varies depending on the difficulty of the trail. We arrive at a big gravel pit that has some standing water around it. As usual, my brother and I have to see who can get their four-wheeler the muddiest. We both line up and one at a time, we race into the mud puddle. Water and muck fly everywhere. It gets all over the machine and all over me. Steam rolls off the hot engine, cooling it
I take the first step out onto the rough, rocky lawn, breathe in the fresh air, and make my way to the back of the truck. Dad and I get the camper ready as my brother unloads the four-wheelers. Once everything is ready, the first thing we always do is go cut firewood.
The campfire is always the main event here. No matter what we are up there to do, we always have to have a relaxing fire. We all gather our chairs and strategically …show more content…
I slowly make my way to the door of the camper and grab its freezing cold handle. My sleeping bag is an icebox, but soon after I crawl in, the warmth from my body heats up the bed and I fall asleep in great peace.
The black sky soon turns bright as the big, yellow sun rises. The songs of the morning birds echo throughout the land. I wake up to the sun’s warm rays touching my face. Slowly, I make my way out of bed and outside. I can hear the sizzling bacon as the wind carries its unique scent to me. Following my nose, I find myself in Grandpa’s camper. Like always, he prepared breakfast for me.
After breakfast, everyone starts to suit up for the day’s big adventure: four-wheeling. We drove nine machines down the trails that day. I was fourth in line like I usually am. The trails turn and twist as the hills make them rise and fall. Tall, green trees come and go. With every turn, another view comes in sight. Speed varies depending on the difficulty of the trail. We arrive at a big gravel pit that has some standing water around it. As usual, my brother and I have to see who can get their four-wheeler the muddiest. We both line up and one at a time, we race into the mud puddle. Water and muck fly everywhere. It gets all over the machine and all over me. Steam rolls off the hot engine, cooling it