The cold air was blowing all around. Trees making noises from the wind “errr.” The pine smell lingered in the air. The water flowing through the river gave off a soothing noise. The water shimmering with sunlight like a disco ball. A small dirt path went along the river and between the trees. The noon sun’s light hit every surface with a great intensity.
Joe walked down the path with long graceful strides. The tiny gravel pebbles crunching with every step. The hiking backpack weighed down his back, tiring him out. He stepped off to the side of the trail and sat on a old rotten squishy log. “Ahh,” he says to himself as he takes his pack off. “I thought this trail was only supposed to be a few miles and take an hour, i’ve been hiking…show more content… “looks a little dirty but it should be great!” so he fills up his water…show more content… “ Well whatever let's go,” He said as he stepped on to the trail but immediately he noticed that the trial was tighter, less traversed, and less up kept. So he continued down the trail oblivious to his where abouts. The air continued to cool down as the sun went down and the night swept in. He looked at his watch (5:00 pm). “Well I guess I could cook that fish it should taste very good since it's relatively fresh,” he states. So he grabs his bottle and opens it up. “Sweet Jesus that smells like a trash can, well it should smell and taste better when I gut it,” he exclaimed while gagging. He takes the bottle and dumps the water out on the tree while being careful not to dump the fish out. He puts the bottle down and goes and collects wood and sticks. “Just like in boy scouts,” he says with as he piles up all the
