Blog 10

I’m still not convinced about the whole nature-writing concept. Hopefully what I’m writing makes sense and gets the point across. I gave a little non-descriptive info in the beginning to help you guys understand it better then I will add my descriptions. Thanks….
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Everyday with my brother was a new adventure. We’d wake up at 7:00 in the morning on the weekends. We would be so angry that we had to wait for my mother to get up in order to start our day. My mother usually got up around 8:00 and even though we’d only be waiting an hour it seemed like it was Christmas morning and we couldn’t wait to open our gifts, but everyday and we just couldn’t wait to go outside.

Behind our house there was a clearing in the thick brush. We used to leave salt licks and apples out for the deer to feast. As we walked through the trees our feet crinkled the leaves and sticks beneath our feet. My brother always led the way through the woods and I would follow. My brother Louis was always protective of me back then. He would help me past whatever we needed to get to his favorite spots. We trampled down a rocky steep hill until we finally reached the creek. The creek was small and barely had any water in it but it was exciting to us. We would observe everything we could even down to the earthworms we would dig up and release.

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My mom finally let us explore further. My brother and I rode our bikes to a nearby street with a dead end. My brother got off his bike and explained he’s been here before. My brother was never one to follow rules. At the dead end there was a narrow path between the maple trees. My brother heads off the path and I follow him. The brush is thick and there is an old abandoned car ahead. It is red and covered in multicolored leaves and spider webs. My brother wants to go closer, but I encourage him to keep walking. After he throws a couple of rocks that crash into the car he is ready to keep walking.

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We head down a hill that is even steeper then the one in our backyard. My brother tells me to hold on to the saplings as I walk slowly down the hill. Once we reach the bottom there is a huge stream. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My brother gave out a laugh and ran into the water. I quickly followed him and started picking up the smooth rocks. The water was constantly moving so the rocks were almost as smooth as sea glass. My brother picked up a weird looking that that almost looked like a lobster. He told me it was a crayfish and he threw it into our bucket. It was a light transparent orange and it kept wiggling around. My brother threw another one into the bucket and kept heading down the stream stepping on rocks.