The summer was coming to an end and all my friends and I were heading off to college. My closest friends, Eric, Mike, Kellen and myself decided we were going to end the summer right, so we planned a camping trip. The camping trip took place a few days before I left for college, and it would be an unforgettable one.
We all met up at Mike's house around 8 o'clock in the morning on a Monday. We hooked up the boat and headed to Plymouth Minnesota, which is about an hour and a half away from our home city. We arrived at our camp site and got set up. Around noon everything had been set up, and we cooked some lunch. Then we headed to the beach, where we went swimming, played volleyball, and went fishing. We returned to our campsite for dinner, which is where the trouble began. Being ignorant high schoolers, we decided to bring some adult beverages with us. A few of us had a few drinks and then we headed back down to the beach to go out on the boat to go fishing.
After a few minutes of fishing it began to intensely lightning. We knew we shouldn't be on the water while it was lightning so we headed back to the campsite, and started a bonfire. We were sitting around the campfire having a good time, when a park ranger told us there was severe weather in the area and that we had to head to the shelter. It wasn't raining and the lightning looked as if it was going to pass over us, so we ignored the rangers warning. A little while later another vehicle approached our campsite and stopped. Thinking that it was going to be another park ranger we continued with our conversation. A person approached us and turned on a flashlight. This time it wasn't a park ranger, but rather a police woman. She saw the alcohol and asked us if we were 21. None of us were 21 and we told her the truth. She gave us all breathalyzers and found that Mike, Kellen, and I had been drinking. Eric was lucky and blew zeros. While she was writing the tickets it began to downpour. She told us we could go into the tent. All four of us huddled into the tent, when the wind began to pick up. Our tent was going to blow away if we didn't do something, so we each stood in a corner, trying to keep our tent standing. Then the top of the tent blew off, and rain began to pour into the tent. We all abandoned the tent. Mike and Eric took off towards the shelter, while Kellen and I went into the car. After the rain had seized, the police woman gave us our citations. We went back to the tent, which had been blown down. Everything inside including our clothes, sleeping bags, and pillows were soaked. We knew we couldn't stay there, so we packed up all our stuff into the boat, and headed home. It was around 12:30 in the morning when we got on the road. When we were about half way home, the boat trailer tire popped. We couldn't get the trailer on the jack, so three of us lifted the boat, while the other put on the spare tire. We finally arrived home around four o'clock in the morning. It was an unforgettable trip and quite the story. I believe that all of us have learned our lessons.
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