When I Got Lost

          When I got lost in the woods at my cabin in tomahawk, when I was 9. I had My yellow lab Toby, he was a great guard dog. I ask my dad if we can take a stroll down the trail and he said yeah, so we did.

So were walking down the trail and a deer shoots past us and Toby bolts after it. Then I dart after Toby, but finally I find him. Oh great now where off the trail. So I try to find my way back and I come up on a different trail but it’s not ours. So I just keep trotting down the trail and I hear really loud noises and I dash to them but it is only big semi trucks but nobody there. I thought how bizarre is that, so I just turn around and keep walking.

Toby looks like he’s getting tiered and so am I but we just have to keep. We have to fight through the pain, and we did and it paid off. I hear my dads four-wheeler roaring down then I hear my uncle blaring “Steele, Steele”. We sprint to it that was the fastest I have ever ran up to that point. Toby and I meet him there and we got on the four-wheeler. That was the longest ride I have ever had on a Four-wheeler. It turns out we were 3 miles deep in the woods.