Alyssa D. 4H

Going Kayaking

One hot, summer, August afternoon, my mom, my younger brother and I decided to go kayaking across Lake George. The lake looked like the color of your pool on a hot July night. It took about a minimum of two minutes to get the boat. Finally we hopped in the sunset colored kayak. My mom and I were the ones who had to row. We rowed until we were under the bridge. It felt like the cars above us were going to topple on top of us.  We passed the big pretty houses sitting on the islands with water ski docs and

boat docs. My brother and I brought pieces of  left-over lunch bread to feed the ducks in the water. The trees on the islands looked like big broccoli pieces on your fork ready to go in your mouth. We passed the white and blue speed boatspouncing against the water like a cat when it finds a mouse. Finally, we reached

the gray, bumpy docs to park our kayak. I could feel the kayak skimming the bottom of the lake. As we walked down the docs, I said, “ this was the best thingwe did all day!!