My name is Wyatt Miller; I am a junior at Kenny lake school. This is my second year enrolled in Mr. Voley’s Writers’ Workshop class. Last year I had my ups and downs. My ups included turning blogs and other writing pieces in on time, which made me happy, and Mr. Voley as well. My downs were the headaches of turning in projects three days to a week after they were due. For example, my 900-word book report I wrote on Last of the Bush Pilots by Harmon Helmericks. It was so late I almost wasn’t able to go to hockey playoffs in Fairbanks. I wasn’t going to let some 3 1/2 pages keep me from the sport I love. With some help, I finished and emailed it to Mr. Voley by 2 a.m. The next day I found out I was eligible to go on the trip, which was a relief but scary.
This summer, I had enjoyable times doing a lot of activities. The best was about two months ago when my dad and I decided around 8 p.m. to fly the Copper and Tonsina Rivers to look for bears. We took off and headed straight for the Copper River. My dad told me that instead of flying the Tonsina, and coming back up the Copper and getting blinded by the sun, that we would fly down the Copper toward Chitina and come up the Tonsina. The Tonsina bluff would hide the sun.
As my dad and I descended down about 100ft over the river, we spotted a six-foot grizzly. After watching it run/swim away from us, we made our way down the Copper. Not a mile farther, my dad spotted a bigger grizzly chowing down on a fish. Once it heard us, he stood up and looked, and bolted through the water toward the trees. While flying over I noticed him giving us a smile (not an actual smile but snapping and growling.)
With the sun setting and darkness lying upon us, we decided to head home. My dad and I caught a glimpse of a grizzly bigger than the other two making its way across the river. We landed safely at the hangar.
This summer, I had enjoyable times doing a lot of activities. The best was about two months ago when my dad and I decided around 8 p.m. to fly the Copper and Tonsina Rivers to look for bears. We took off and headed straight for the Copper River. My dad told me that instead of flying the Tonsina, and coming back up the Copper and getting blinded by the sun, that we would fly down the Copper toward Chitina and come up the Tonsina. The Tonsina bluff would hide the sun.
As my dad and I descended down about 100ft over the river, we spotted a six-foot grizzly. After watching it run/swim away from us, we made our way down the Copper. Not a mile farther, my dad spotted a bigger grizzly chowing down on a fish. Once it heard us, he stood up and looked, and bolted through the water toward the trees. While flying over I noticed him giving us a smile (not an actual smile but snapping and growling.)
With the sun setting and darkness lying upon us, we decided to head home. My dad and I caught a glimpse of a grizzly bigger than the other two making its way across the river. We landed safely at the hangar.
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