Sheriff's Beach-Personal Narrative

The starry night sky filled with twinkling lights is absolutely breathtaking. I hear the flames crackle and hiss as I slowly rotate the marshmallow over the glowing embers to create the perfect golden brown color. Happy cheers from my loved ones gathered around the bonfire, fill the summer air. I can smell the Norway pine trees and taste the ooey-gooey 'smore as it melts on my taste buds. This is my happy place; the place I never want to leave. My cabin is my favorite place in this crazy world, and even though I have had the best times and the fondest memories here, it holds so much more than just great experiences. The Lundgren cabin is located on Fishtrap lake, a few miles north of Little Falls, Minnesota. When the hour long drive
comes to end, our whole family unpacks the car and immediately zooms out into the wavy waters with swimsuits and snacks. As soon as the boat is in the middle of the bay, we kneeboard, wakeboard, ski, tube like crazy, and end with a refreshing deep water swim. The sun radiates for hours upon hours, giving us the entire day to complete sick jumps, fly on the humongous waves that hit, and occasionally flip while tubing. When the fun and games come to an end, we ride the waters back shore, gazing at the beautiful sunset. Once home, we shower and eat the delectable ribs that my father made, and then head back outside. At this point in time it's around seven o'clock pm, and we use the rest of our daylight well by swinging on the hammock and playing bean bags. When the pitch black sky is rid of the orange and pink wisps of light, the moon comes out and so does the marshmallows. The flames eat away at the firewood as we laugh and play games around the pit. Around one o'clock am, my eyelids can no longer stay open and I fall asleep in the log cabin I call home.
Over the years, I have had made the most memorable weekends and had the most exciting experiences.
My favorite memory would, without a doubt, be Sheriff's Weekend of 2015. Sheriff's Weekend is a weekend in August where we invite all of our closest friends up to have a fun, party-filled time. It's called Sheriff's Weekend because the first time we held this, our cranky neighbor called the cops on us for throwing a riot. This tradition has been ongoing for 12 years. Anyways, last summer all of the regulars made the trip and my sister and I, brought up our friends, Annette and Bailey. This time was so memorable because there were babies to play with, everyone was hysterical because they started drinking at noon, and we had some painful falls on the tube and wakeboard. The best flip was on the last day of our trip. We were tubing on a four person tube behind my neighbor’s speed boat. Of course we wanted to flip, so to signify this, we all yawned as if we were bored. When the driver recognized this, he whipped us out right into a huge wave, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion from there. Bailey flew off the back of the tube the moment we collided with the monster wave. We began to tip and before I knew it, we were vertical in the air with me on the top, Annette in the middle, and Sami already plummeting into the blue waters. The whole tube flipped on it’s stomach and I was soaring through the air when I landed straight on my bottom like I lept into a cannonball. When everyone surfaced, we started screaming with laughter and bewilderment at what just occurred. Not only will I never forget that ride, but my mom caught the action with a snapshot on her
camera!
Fishtrap Lake is where happiness, laughs, and memories are made. Our cabin is one of the main ties that holds our family together because it’s where we are the best version of ourselves. The number of laughs I have chuckled there is immense and the smiles that appear are the most genuine ones you’ll see. My cabin is more than just a house on a lake, it’s my home.