I have been having an interesting week. Let me tell you about it.
On day ladedadeda, we went to Squirrel Cove. I heard there were rapids but
hearing of them and actually seeing them were two whole different things
entirely. The rapids were a strip of water that ran 30 yards across each way
from the lagoon to the cove. The rapids were not what you'd call mild, but they
weren't too dangerous either. Not wild but strong enough to pull you along them
till you got to the end. Behind the rapids was a big heated lagoon, almost as big
as the cove. The second day at Squirrel Cove, Dad dropped us of at an innocent
looking island. It seemed from his view we could climb across to get to the rapids.
It turns out, after a lot of climbing, that we couldn't get across from the island to the rapids
so we had to swim there. Jaime wrapped our backpack into 2 blue inflatable floatys and
balanced the backpack on our boogie board. The we swam to the other side.
Not a short distance I can tell you. We reached the rapids only to find that the rapids
were too low in water to ride. So we had to wait. Finally after a lot of waiting, Our parents
arrived and we went home. That same night, an old man named Carl got stuck
on the other side of the rapids and had to wait to get out. His friend panicked
and had the whole lagoon in an uproar to search for him. Meanwhile, the old man
drifted out only to find that his boat was gone, currently tied to our boat but
he didn't know that. So he searched for his boat, we searched for him and
it was a while before we got it all cleared up.
THE END
Mera Conger
s/v Don Quixote
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