Personal Narrative: Whiskey Island

It was the perfect day at the cottage; there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the temperature stayed in the thirty-degree range. Everyone was hustling around the cottage trying to prepare food and supplies for our canoe trip. The canoe trip was an annual tradition that we carried on for the past six years. I continued to pack burgers, hot dogs, salads, snacks, and drinks into coolers and brought them down to the dock. The canoes were packed and everyone had lathered on a pound of sunscreen, so we began our paddle out to Whiskey Island. It was a steep climb up sharp jagged rocks, but once at the top there were pine tress and dry yellow grass scattered all over. Once we got everything set up, we decided to go to the part of the island that you could