This weekend my family and I went camping. The first thing we did was to make a fire. Brent, my little brother, would get pinecones, pine needles that Brent calls ashes for some reason, and all kinds of sticks. The flames of orange and yellow grew and would blow ash and spark everywhere. Eventually the fire grew too big for mom to cook anything. So we had to wait a while until we could eat.
My mom made bacon cheeseburgers, green beans, baked beans, and grilled corn. It was really fresh, and I wish I could have a meal like it every night. It tasted so good because it was cooked on the fire. After we finished dinner, we all made yummy, and eewy gooey smores. I like mine charred, but everyone else likes them perfect.
That night was calm and peaceful to my surprise. The worst part was I still had to sleep with my brother, but I would wake up to soft and hushed waves hitting the rocks. When I did wake up I wanted to go home and sleep in my bed.
I also fished some too. I didn’t catch anything but I had fun trying. My stepdad caught two fish, but I’m not sure what they were though. I hope to go back soon.
One of the best parts was that they had hot water, indoor plumbing, and electricity. So in the long run this trip was much better than the beach.
Peace*
