It’s my first post here. I appreciate anyone who takes the time to glance at this. I’d also love any criticism. It’s my first story of any kind, so please excuse any rookie mistakes.
The annual summer trip to Bellow Springs was a tradition that brought together two families that would have otherwise lost contact due to life’s proceedings. One week out of the year, and what originally was a fishing trip between a group of 5 teenage boys, dwindled into a one-week trip away from the bustling city life and slowed the pace of the two remaining men, now fathers, and their families. Together combined to make a sort of tribe that works together to gather firewood, cook meals, and catch fish. 13.5 miles off the highway, and another 3 miles down a dirt fire route, a small cul-de-sac of dirt was lined with pines, backed up to a slow-moving river which made for the perfect secluded spot to bring the 2 couples together for a stay away from humanity and all its struggles.