I was traveling down the Browns Canyon with two friends. The day was hot and dry, and there was only one bottle of water left between the three of us. We should have thought the trip through a little more before taking the journey. My friend was bit by a venomous, vicious snake, and was slowly dying. We had to leave him behind, so my friend and I continued down the mountain together. I was apparently much stronger than he was, and he collapsed of heat exhaustion. I now had a full water bottle to myself. I walked alone now, and soon came across a awkward, unstrudy rope bridge. It looked as if it were built by Indians hundreds of years ago, so I decided to swing across like Indiana Jones instead of chancing the sturdiness of the actual bridge. Lucky me, I made it! On the other side I was greeted by a mountain lion. So I mounted it, and rode on his back down to the bottom of the canyon. He told me stories of the Inidians that built the bridge, and said that I was smart for swinging across because the bridge was a trap set by the Indians. Once we reached the bottom, I bid him farewell and it was time to face the Arkansas River - all alone.
There was a convenient kayak waiting for me at the side of the river. I hopped in and faced the vicious, unforgiving river - alone. Before beginning my journey, 
I made my only smart decision of my trip and I rested for the night. I set up camp and created a ginormous bonfire next to my make-shift lean-to. Afterwards, I went to riverside and walked a few feet out, jutted my hand into the water and pulled out two catfish. I stuck the first on a stick and roasted him like a floppy marshmallow over the roaring bonfire. He tasted good. I saved the second for tomorrow morning, when I would begin my journey. As I dozed off, the fish told me tales of great grizzlies.
When I woke up, I ate the other fishy, although it was sad because he had told me such great stories the previous night. I set off for Salida, Colorado, surviving the inte
nse rapids and twists and turns of the Arkansas River. I kayaked for what seemed like forty-three minutes, and I began to sight wild boars. I took out my spear and started spearing the boars that were grazing along the river's edge. I stowed them in my kayak, hoping I could take on the extra weight without taking on water. Unfortunately, with the five extra wild boars in the kayak with me, my kayak capsized. I don't even know how I fit five wild boars in my kayak to begin with.I hiked the rest of the way to Salida, Colorado, carrying the wild boars on my back. Luckily, I was closer than I had thought, and it only took fourteen minutes to reach my definition. I met my crazy family there and we all feasted on the wild boars.
If you want to find out more about these places or have an enjoyable time, please visit:
Browns Canyon
Arkansas River
Salida, Colorado
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