Overwhelming excitement filled the old yellow school bus as it twisted and turned through the Great Smoky Mountains. Adventure was about to happen, the greatest experience of my eighteen years is about to happen. The adrenaline rush of the event to follow is unmatched in terms of teamwork, nature, and the strong bond of friendship. Little did we know, but my friends and I were about to come close to the sweet release of death, then directly after, experience the warm embrace of life. The bus has come to a complete stop, I can feel my heart begin to pound in my chest, making me nervous while also, making my smile become unable to hold down. As we get off the bus, the roar of the river fills my ears, the roar was that of a continuous clash between rock and water creating the beautiful song of nature. The slightly humid air filled my lungs as I inhaled and then exhaled. The sky was like a grey cotton blanket that had been patched with sky blue patches. The mountains surrounding us were gargantuan making the largest human feel miniscule. The rafts were stored on top of the bus, so we had to retrieve them then take them down to the river, which was around three hundred yards away from the bus. The raft was then placed in close propinquity to the roaring river. …show more content…
The chilling effect of the water made it feel as if I had never felt anything cold before in my entire life. Paddling in unison, as our guide instructed, was difficult as we went down our first rapid. As we descended down the rapid the raft was turned around. My friends and I were completely awe struck and confused relying solely on our guide to get us out of this horrible mess that we put ourselves into. Luckily for us, we got out without a single problem, but if this performance continues we will surely not have the same