Personal Narrative Essay: Entering The Woods On The Trail

The trail continued around the east side of the lake entering a gathering of trees forming an insignificant forest along the lake’s shoreline. From our viewpoint, the trees concealing the trail eventually dispersed on the southeast side of the lake, and the trail blended into the landscape. Using our imagination, we envisioned the route against the rugged terrain sloping into the lake. No point in taking a vote now, we had trekked to the lake and the consensus was to proceed with a lap around the lake.
Entering the woods, Tim immediately went into scouting mode. Tim always seems to be in the market for the perfect campsite for future reference. On occasion he has spoken of humoring Gavin with a hike and overnight Campout. This trail would be a viable…

I followed and Tim held the anchor position, last. The cloud cover continued to move into the area from below the mountain, and all the while I was keeping close tabs on it, I periodically attempted mental telepathy to possibly produce a glimpse of the surrounding peaks somewhere through the white layer. The chances still looked grim. After being in the vicinity of the lake for over an hour, I sensed Tim could be stalling, waiting for that lucky break in the clouds. If he was stalling, that I would have been okay with that as I’m sure a glimpse of Pillchuck’s peak would have been quite the spectacle. Ahead, a section of land jetted out to a point on the lake’s edge and something on it had caught Tim’s eye .Leaving the trail, I watched him navigate down onto the point at lake level where he began surveying the area. As I followed, I quickly understood what attracted him. The landscape and layout was another prime camp location. Our time on the point was short, gazing at the different views and taking pictures. Staging us looking into the sun, Tim took a few pictures of Holly and me, and in turn I snapped a few keepsakes of…