Kayak Descriptive Writing

A rush of crisp morning air-filled my lungs as I inhaled. Roaring water attacking the banks of the river captivated my eyes. 8 o'clock, the perfect time to be kayaking because the water still resembled glass displaying white sand littered with seashells and the natural soothing breeze relaxes my unusually tense body. Even the scenery is perfect at this time because the sun gives the colored tear shaped leaves a warm glow. Everything about kayaking is perfect, except for one thing…spiders.

The kayak slowly waded through the now slightly choppy water, it had been 30 minutes on the water now and still no spider accidents. My mom saw that I was getting very nervous so she suggested the I hop in the water and snorkel. Icy water numbed my body
The kayak became a sudden tilt-a-whirl and we spun into a tree. That wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't slapped a tree branch that was infested with a bunch of baby spiders. I flung out of the kayak like a person on fire would jump from a cliff into a lake. My mom followed my lead and then she flipped over the kayak while I dove into the depths of the river to rid myself of any hitchhikers who made their way onto my body. My lungs burned for air, but I stayed under until I had counted to 60 seconds because you can never have too much caution when interacting with
My fingers clawed my way up the side of the old tangled tree until I reached the top. Up there I really started to ponder how much $10 really meant to me. The air was thin and the water was a dark blue, almost black that looked like it was beckoning me to my death. Then I jumped into the air and soared down like an eagle into the dark, icy waters. I hadn't even fully realized that I had jumped until I hit the water. Those few seconds when you feel like you can do anything come very rarely in life and at that time I had experienced