Every summer a camp called camp Massasoit gets together and takes a trip. On these trips they do general outdoor activities like rock climbing, Canoeing, and other stuff. One year I went to the camp and we went to the Adirondacks mountain range. While we were up there we went to a lake nearby and paddled out to a small island in the lake using canoes. We brought food and tents so we could stay the night.

After a long night of not-so comfortable positions, I had finally made it into the morning. Despite doing what I thought was a sufficient job at checking the ground before laying down the tent; I still had to deal with sleeping on a not so pleasant angle. That accompanied by a rock around my lower back put a damper on my first camping experience on an island. We had spent almost two strenuous hours fighting against the winds and rain just to make it to the island the previous night. Now at our destination it was a relief to be guarded by the trees and the roof of our tent. It was still pitch black outside so I spent a few minutes laying still, listening to the wind race through the trees, playing a haunting song. I could hear the pitter patter of rain hitting the tent and bouncing onto the hard dirt below. I was wearing a shirt, two jackets, but still felt cold because my waterproof jacket had failed to stay waterproof after almost 24 hours of being nearly soaked. I was still the only one awake, so I decided to wake up the only other person in my tent, E.J, so we could get an early start to packing up our things, Which our camp leader “Duffy” wanted done by criminally early hours that day. 
“Hey, E.J, get up already” I said quietly, as I was still tired after getting to few hours of sleep the previous night.
“C’mon hurry up”. I watched as he slowly sat up and brushed off his eyes. “What time is it?” he asked with a yawn. “Not sure. You’ll have to ask Duffy when he is up”
“Well why are we staring before everyone else?” “Why not, we have to leave when it is still dark out so we might as well be ready to go as soon as possible.”
“Makes sense” He said as we both started putting our scattered out equipment back into our dry bags. During this process Duffy woke up and made sure that everybody else did too. We then stepped out of our tent to get some fresh air after finishing. We sat on a nearby rock that worked as a makeshift bench.
I stared into our surroundings only just now realizing how unique it was. The mountains were tipped with clouds that seemed oddly close to the ground. The water was moving swiftly in one direction but looked deceivingly calm at the same time. The leaves of trees were a dark green after being soaked by the rain. I could still see the fading stars in the sky, on a dark blue canvas as the sun rose. I saw how still the shore looked with its lack of life at some areas and the bustle of morning drivers at others. I could see people getting ready to go kayaking, how anyone could voluntarily get up this early had my respect, even if the scenery was nice sleep seemed like a priority over all. I saw how even after the previous day the rain had not given up. Still hitting the leaves I wondered how that much water could be held in the sky and even move with the wind. I could see the little cabins on the edge of the water. They reminded me of the cabin my grandparents used to live at. They had boats bobbing in the dock with old kayaks, canoes, paddles, lifejackets, and any other equipment piled up and held down by a tarp. Most of the cabins seemed empty; I guessed they got back to their other homes because summer was coming to an end. I still saw a few people who seemed to live their year round. It made me wonder how nice it would be to live up here, even if it is temporary. Waking up each morning to this view seems like it would never get old. I continued to stare in amazement feeling at awe how we were a couple miles from everything and it felt so isolated, despite being so close to the shore I could almost see the cars making their way to work if I squinted. I envisioned myself going to school in one of those cars and got an idea at how weird it was to be sitting on a random island; sitting away from anything I would call normal life. The others in my camp were almost done packing so we started loading up our kayaks for the early morning return trip. As we kicked off into the open water I wondered where our next adventure would be.