Assignment: Essay #2 - Descriptive
Everybody has that one place. A place that they run to in times of joy, stress, and sorrow. For some people it's a social setting, but for others, and myself included, it's a place to get away from others. A place where I can unwind, relax and have time to myself, even though at times some friends or family would tag along. The place I'm talking about is my cottage back in Canada.
Three hours north of my house in Brampton, is a cottage in a town called Muskoka. It's not the greatest place to live as I'm city raised and used to the hustle, but to get away from the city, it's just what the doctor ordered. The cottage itself is small two storey building about 3600 square feet. The outside is blue and the trimmings along the roof, windows, and doors are painted white. The cool country air smells nice and clean, and along with the beautiful lush scenery, makes you feel as though you've entered paradise. Across the road from the cottage is a luscious field with rolling hills. The hills are dotted with wild flowers and dandelions and the grass is greener than a crayon. To the left of the cottage there is a forest teeming with wildlife. Birds chip and sing from sunrise till sunset, deer wander the land, and you will see the occasional fox or raccoon scurrying by. The trees themselves have stood the test of time and are countless years old. They tower above the ground and have grown to be very thick, about as wide as a Smart Car is long. The forest itself stretches as far as the eye can see, all the way into the horizon. On the right hand side of the cottage is a detached garage on the other side of the driveway. The door is open and through it you can see a pair or snowmobiles, mountain bikes, an ATV, and a dune buggy.
Just beyond the garage is more forest. It mirrors the left side with the exception of a worn dirt trail. If you were to enter this trail you would be...