Sebastian Inlet Camping Trip | My Family Travels
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            It was a great surprise when my father announced a camping trip to Sebastian Inlet on July 13, 2007. Sebastian is a small suburban city on the East coast of Florida. My family was psyched when we learned that we would be staying an entire week at a beautiful campground called Sebastian Inlet State Park. Everyone anticipated splashing in the sparkling ocean water on the hot, sunny days, and fishing for trout to feed our family. Everyone, that is, except for my uncle John.

            My uncle John is the type of person that never caught a fish in his life. He hates the outdoors and things like camping and swimming in a lake. He is the odd-man-out in our family. So you can assume that he wasn’t a happy camper (no pun intended).

            We all worked together to build the tents. We set up our cots and got ready for bed, seeing as it was getting dark. My father got the fire going and made us all hamburgers and hot dogs-the classic camping trip dinner. We all went to sleep happy and full, ready for the fun that was to come the next morning.

            We all woke up at sunrise to get ready for the day. We all got our showers and freshened up from our groggy night of sleep. We set up our fishing poles and started heading over to the dock that we saw on the map. When we arrived, we all found ourselves fishing spot, and got to work trying to catch dinner.

            I was sitting in a lawn chair by the side of the dock, when I heard a loud splash. I then heard my Uncle John screaming at the top of his lungs. I looked over and saw him flapping around in the water. I got up and went to help him. We were in just three feet of water. Everybody started laughing with relief.

            I was on my way back to my fishing spot when I heard another splash. When I got back to my chair, my fishing pole was nowhere to be found. The fish finally took my bait, but I wasn’t there to reel it in, so the fish took my pole along for a ride. I was shocked.

            By the next day, I knew that it was not destined for this to be a great trip. I dreaded the upcoming days, where I knew something disastrous was going to occur. I sulked around the campsite for the next couple of days.

            We were to be leaving on Sunday, and it was Saturday afternoon. We decided to go to Melbourne Beach. I was having an okay time, just waiting for the big finale of disasters. I sat on the shoreline atop my spread-out beach towel, staring at the beautiful sunset horizon, when I saw fins pop out of the crest of a wave. Then, following behind the fins were a nose, face, then body of a bottle-nosed dolphin. There were three of them, skimming the surface of the water, breathing through their blowholes. It was the most breath-taking sight I had ever seen.

            That’s when I came to the realization that I didn’t make the most of that trip. I let some minor setbacks get me down, and I didn’t appreciate the beauty of the outdoors. I ruined the trip for myself. I learned from that trip that I needed to be more optimistic about life, and cherish the few moments I have here.

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