mushroom trip
My friends and I went on a camping trip once. The four of us (five including Choda dog) drove out to Peace River where we rented some canoes and rowed down the river, camping out at different spots every night. The entire trip was absolutely amazing. One day in particular however, will remain in my memory forever. I’ll never forget the beautiful images I saw and I how I felt. The day began just like any other. I woke up, stepped out of my tent, and observed all the beauty surrounding me. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the alligators were croaking, and the bugs were buzzing. You could still smell the citronella from the candles we lit to keep the bugs away the night before. Without saying a word, we all sat down and had our breakfast and drank our special tea. I looked around at everyone just then and I realized that it would be a day like no other. I could tell they understood it too as we all sat anxiously waiting for it to begin. The water was so calm that day. It looked as if we were drifting through a mirror. The trees were more colorful than ever before and with no help from the wind, they vibrated in the clear blue sky. The few existing clouds were glowing in all the colors of the rainbow. Everything was s . . .
The moment I reached the top of the hill a beautiful huge bird spread its wings and flew away into the sunset. I then saw an armadillo run past me and I raced to take a picture of it. All you could hear were the songlike sounds of nature. I was suddenly overcome by an overwhelming sense of euphoria. Then I looked into the trees again and noticed they were still vibrating. ” It was the perfect end to a perfect day. I was the center of the universe and everyone and everything was working to keep me happy. After all, I was convinced that this was my perfect world so nothing would harm me. There were deer off in a field eating grass and I could see the glowing eyes of racoons in the bushes. We each spoke of our trip and everyone had a very distinct and pleasant story to tell. It was the last camp site on the river so we had to set up camp there. When I took a closer look, I began to notice patterns in the leaves. We parked our canoes at the bottom of a sandy hill. Growing from underneath the stones were tall green plants that seemed to dance with us as we drifted passed them.
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