Descriptive Essay

Descriptive Essay

As I slowly wake up to the natural alarm clock of cotton trees softly rustling and the waves urging me to come for a morning swim, I realize life can’t get much better than this. I roll out of bed in no hurry, though. The smoky, sulfer smell on my clothes reminds me of the late night of storytelling and laughter. I can’t decide if I am really hungry enough to eat breakfast or if I want to test the water out by taking the first ride of the day on a jet ski. As I step out of the camper, my eyes have to adjust to the gleam of the water. It looks like it is going to be a good day. Lake McConaughy is full of days like this one. Not only is it an amazing vacation spot, but it is home away from home.
Ever since I can remember, my family and friends have congregated to Lake McConaughy in the summers. It is located about ten miles from a little town named Ogallala,
Nebraska. The town is also where my mom was raised and most of my family still lives. I gue...