Turned into the forest, knowing it is the last road I will be seeing for ten days, made me shudder. We drove down the faded path of the forest, my stomach dropped. All the thoughts I had were negative. What if something goes wrong? What if someone gets hurt? What if we get lost? I wanted to turn back, but there is no going back; at this point, it is simply too late. This is how I felt right before I went camping. Oh no this is no ordinary camping. Do you want a delicious hot meal? It is either freeze dried food or fish. Do you want a comfortable place to sit? Only if you consider a rock or a log comfortable. Do you want to get out of here? You have to paddle those last sixty miles. What if you die? No one will know for another nine days.
In the car with me was my parents, younger brother, and older sister. Oh, boy was it an
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I feel what sparked change was an event that happened on one of the middle days. I was cooking a dessert (raspberry “flavored” dust that you add boiling water, with the outcome being a hot slush) while my brother and dad were rising sand off their feet in the water. I heard a true scream of pain from my brother. I ran over to go check what was going on. My brother was bitten by an adult snapping turtle. I did not know what to do so I decided to pick him up, and carry him up the steep rocky hill to the tent. My brother -still crying in pain- was set down in the tent. My dad had sprinted up there first to get medical supplies ready. Luckily my dad had figured out it barely pierced the flesh. If it would have gotten his toe, he may have left with only four toes. I had done some research after this trip, and snapping turtles can bite at around 1004 PSI. Great white sharks have a bite pressure of only 669 PSI (but they have extremely sharp teeth letting it pierce through flesh easier.) My brother walked away with a couple