Personal Narrative: Down The River

It was a clear morning in the UP. The fresh air and the cool, slight breeze was blowing through the pine branches from Lake Superior. It was nearing the end of May and Larry was preparing to leave the deer camp for a few weeks. He was going back to his home “below the bridge” in Big Rapids, Michigan. He had to cross the Mackinac Bridge because he was called in for a business meeting. Larry is sole owner of a canoe rental business called “Down the River”. He went to his neighbor, Robert Jarvi, who lives a few miles east of his camp. “Hey, Robert, would you mind watching over my cabin for a few weeks?” asked Larry. He told his neighbor that he would have access to the cabin and to check on it two to four times a week. He gave Robert the key and went on his way. Unsure if Robert could check the camp that often, Larry also asked his other neighbor, Eric Salminen, to drive by it at least once a week. Larry also gave Eric a key to the cabin. Larry instructed Eric to always lock the door when leaving the camp.
Once he had his coffee, he rushed back home, ready to begin his daily routine. He took his beagle, Rufus, on a walk along the creek to his neighbor's cabin to do his daily check on the hunting camp. On Saturday, during Robert’s typical daily check, he had to slog through muddy paths due to the previous night’s downpour of two inches. The creek was flooded over and was as fast as a deer darting away from a hunter. As he approached the trail up to the cabin suddenly his dog began to bark and pull at his leash. He must have picked the scent of an early dinner in a nearby tree. Robert decided to let him off the leash while he continued up the trail. Rufus began the hunt for who knows what, probably a squirrel or a