Write On: Posterity Beach

by Hayden Nelson, College English 12, Mrs. Didrikson

I wake up. The invigorating smell of the dark green pine needles, red bacon, and black coffee instantly remind me that I am at my cabin. Being on an air mattress and in a tent reminds me that it is the Fourh of July, as that is how I sleep every Fourth of July instead of in my cabin. My cabin is on a hill, and at the bottom of the hill is a nice sandy beach that looks out onto the crystal clear Pickerel Lake. I crawled out of the ten person tent, where I slept alone, and stretched my arms and back. I hobble my way over to the cabin to get so...