Blog #1

Campfire Blog

Savanna

September 23, 2014

It was the end of our two-week trip out to Madrona beach on Vancouver Island. This was our fifth summer out on the water with the same families. The house we stayed in was unit 14 right on the water, and every night as you fell asleep you could hear the waves crashing up on shore. This night was special however, we started up our typical campfire late at night while the sun was setting and the tide had just finished coming in. All my friends and I were out swimming in the warm ocean water for the last time of the summer. Taking in our last feeling of the crabs crawling beneath our feet and the accidental mouth of salt water you tended to get. My father and a few others were setting up fire works down the beach a ways getting prepared for our final night. My friends and I got dried off from our swim in the ocean and everyone gathered around the fire. The smell of wood smoke and the view of the ocean couldn`t have made this night any better. There was golden brown marshmallows being cooked over the flame and our chocolate and graham wafers sitting on the side waiting to be made into delicious s`mores. Everyone was sitting around the campfire taking turns telling funny story’s they had heard or experienced and no one could help but laugh. We also discussed the best sandcastles we had made and the many mini golf trips we had. The moon was lighting up the night sky and guitars came out for the last time to sing our favorite songs.  Earlier everyone had taken all the empty milk jugs they could find and put a tea light inside. After the songs had been sung it was time to light them up. Each person set one off onto the water and together watched them float away into the distance. As our final event we started up the fire works and watched them light up the night sky. We heard every crackly and swish of the fireworks and saw every color that was produced above our heads. The bag of marshmallows were empty and the fire was almost out everyone grabbed their stuff and went home for bed, but not without getting one last glance at the stary sky that we would miss till next year.