It was a very hot hot summer. It was the final assembly of the year in our school. The gym was as hot as a desert and everyone was sweating like a dogs. Our graduation was long as movie. After we left the 4 hour long graduation, I remembered something. It was my first actual fishing trip. My dad had already packed up our van and was parked already near in the school. Dad asked me if I am already to have fun. I said No!! I'm absolutely not. There is no fast WiFi ,There is a lots of mosquito's ,slimy fish ,blood from the fishes,gigantic lakes,long hikes up hills,and towns ten to twenty miles apart. But even I said that to him,he said "we go to trip even you don't like".
We jumped in the magnificent white van. The journey had begun. I said to my self "Goodbye comforts of home".We were on the long endless highway for around three hours. We stopped at a taco bell for the last time before we drove away from it we stayed the night at a Hilton hotel in a warm,cozy bed & left,the next morning for Minnesota. The trip on the road was very boring. We tried to play solitaire but it got boring very quick. We rode in the car until we reached international falls,MN. We stopped at a restaurant called the chocolate moose. They had gigantic wild rice,pancakes that were fluffy and melted in your mouth.
The border crossing was very long. Once across we traveled on a road that was nothing but trees for miles. Once there,I saw the most beautiful sight. The view was over a lake. The sight was amazing. The sky was a light blue. The sun was as hot as a a stove. The fluffy white clouds that locked like cotton candy blocked out most of the light. We stayed in a "father and son" cabin named Canada jay. We unpacked the car and begun to go into the cabin. Suddenly we were swarmed by mosquito's. We had to spray anti itch ointment in the bug bites.
The next morning,the sun begun to shine. I was as cold as a meat locker. We both had to put on many layers of clothing. The boat was not as fast as a race car,but not as slow as a scooter. It was as fast as a van. Traveling across the lake was very cold. We arrived at our first stop. It was a steep hill leading to buzzard lake. The climb to the hill was as hard as a final project in school.
After the exhausting climb up,we go fishing,Fishing is not always about immediately catching fish,but more of a waiting game,So after waiting a good amount of time,we started to move. My dad thought that he had to drag the end of the line on or near the bottom of the lake floor, I then felt a small tug on the end of my fishing pole. My dad thought it was just hitting bottom,but in reality, I actually had caught my first fish.
I caught fish for the rest of the day while my dad drove the boat. Some were a deep green like the colors of grass,but others were a gold color. They shone like an Olympic medal.
After the clouds left,the sun came out. Because it had been very hot,we decided to take off a few layers of clothing. After a while,we decided it was time to head in. We fished the rest of the week. It seemed to go too fast,like a speeding race car. I did not want to leave when Saturday came along. We got it the not so magnificent white van,because it was covered in bugs at his point,and drove home. On the way home,we got back to indiana I could not wait for air conditioning and my warm bed,but part of me wanted to stay in Canada. So at that moment,I knew I would go back every single year,even with the long boring trip,slow WiFi connections,lots of mosquito's & slimy fish.
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