Float: Road and Smith English Comp
Jacob Smith
English Comp 101-01
Descriptive Essay
Float 2013
Beer on ice, windows down, music blasting it’s time to roll. We hit the road for a party that we would never forget. It was the first float of the year Memorial Day weekend. This was year two of a tradition that will continue for years to come. Cruising on back roads there’s nothing in sight. No gas stations or any houses for that matter. You could hear the tops popping off a fresh beverage, and with that sound we knew our weekend had begun. Pandora had us crushing lyrics to every song on the playlist. With every sip you felt a rush of adrenalin pumping through your body like the bass coming from the speakers. Winding and twisting through the hills we creep closer and closer to our destination; Bear Kats, Lesterville Mo, a small town know for nothing more than its nice river accesses and great camping sites. A parade of cars filed into town, some pulling into the only liqueur store while others continued down the road. We hit the station meeting up with a few friends. We followed them down the last dirt road we say our prayers for a safe trip and a fun- filled weekend we would never forget. We’ve made it! We hopped out of the car and walked into the check in shack. There were people everywhere, bar-b-Qing, blaring music and setting up tents. As we got to our site, we grabbed a quick bite to eat and took off on foot. We started towards a concert that was going on near the front of the camp, when we ran into a hopped up, full- fledged hippie. We talked it up for a few minutes when he felt obligated to offer us what mad our weekend unforgettable! He walked us over to his friend’s campsite asking a few questions like “Have you dudes ever tried mushrooms?” We stopped dead in our tracks, just staring at each other. Neither one of us had ever tried anything like that. He played it off like true salesman, saying “It’s all natural man.” “No way”, sarcastically I responded. The
English Comp 101-01
Descriptive Essay
Float 2013
Beer on ice, windows down, music blasting it’s time to roll. We hit the road for a party that we would never forget. It was the first float of the year Memorial Day weekend. This was year two of a tradition that will continue for years to come. Cruising on back roads there’s nothing in sight. No gas stations or any houses for that matter. You could hear the tops popping off a fresh beverage, and with that sound we knew our weekend had begun. Pandora had us crushing lyrics to every song on the playlist. With every sip you felt a rush of adrenalin pumping through your body like the bass coming from the speakers. Winding and twisting through the hills we creep closer and closer to our destination; Bear Kats, Lesterville Mo, a small town know for nothing more than its nice river accesses and great camping sites. A parade of cars filed into town, some pulling into the only liqueur store while others continued down the road. We hit the station meeting up with a few friends. We followed them down the last dirt road we say our prayers for a safe trip and a fun- filled weekend we would never forget. We’ve made it! We hopped out of the car and walked into the check in shack. There were people everywhere, bar-b-Qing, blaring music and setting up tents. As we got to our site, we grabbed a quick bite to eat and took off on foot. We started towards a concert that was going on near the front of the camp, when we ran into a hopped up, full- fledged hippie. We talked it up for a few minutes when he felt obligated to offer us what mad our weekend unforgettable! He walked us over to his friend’s campsite asking a few questions like “Have you dudes ever tried mushrooms?” We stopped dead in our tracks, just staring at each other. Neither one of us had ever tried anything like that. He played it off like true salesman, saying “It’s all natural man.” “No way”, sarcastically I responded. The