Grandpa and I
By Emily Angell
I looked at the glittery water that was reflecting the sun. Just Grandma and I were on the beach. Everyone else was riding jet-skis. My Grandpa loves to go fast and loves jet-skis. I heard the motor of a jet-ski. Grandpa was back. “I just came back from Twin Falls. It was perfect!” Those were the first words he said since he got back from Twin Falls.
I had begged my mom to let me go with my Grandpa to Twin Falls. I had been to the pond before. I had never gone to the Twin Falls. I had seen the rapids on my previous rides with Grandpa. It looked very dangerous.
I saw gushing water and sharp rocks. Together, they looked totally freaky. I mean, how could anyone get up it? I kept this to myself for a long time. Finally, this year my mom agreed to let me go with my Grandpa. This was the most exciting news ever!
The ride on the lake was nice. We glided across the lake on our jet skis for about five minutes. When we got to the shade, there were two rocks. They were very large. It weighed about two of me, with a three foot opening and they were very sharp. It was erupting with water. I wasn’t scared. I had gone up this many times. We were up the hill of water in no time. We swirled around in the lake a couple of times. It was time for us to go up the rapids.
As we got closer and closer, my heart was pumping faster. I could feel the breeze on my face along with the crumbs of water. My Grandpa was pulling the gear about three miles an hour. This was creeping me out. “Can’t you go any faster?”I yelled over the noise of the waterfall.
“When you go up the rapids, you have to go very slow,” he yelled back.
This was not helping my fear. I almost wanted to say go back, but I didn’t. I knew that this would be worth it. We were almost there. We had gotten up the rapids and were on our way. We had ridden to a bigger lake that was bigger than the other lake. I was able to drive around the big lake a couple of times, and then my grandpa took control of the gear.
We went up the stream a little more. My heart was racing with excitement. We were there. My mouth was open with surprise. I never expected it to be this pretty. I looked behind me. There was water and a little island covered with plants. To my left there were crumbling rocks and more plants and mold. To my right was the same thing. In front of me there was the most beautiful waterfall in the world. The water was fresh, there was a cave behind it, and moss was growing on the left and right of the waterfall. Of course there was blue sky.
I looked around. “Where was the other waterfall?” I asked my Grandpa.
His response was “See those rocks over there?” I nodded. “There used to be another waterfall, but people blocked it off so we could have electricity.”
I froze and looked around for a while, I could imagine two waterfalls together. I looked at the rocks, then the waterfall. I knew for a fact that I wanted the other waterfall back. The crumbly rocks looked like an avalanche. We were getting close to the waterfall. I knew that we were going to be turning back soon. I didn’t want to go back, but it was time. Before we left I made a memory in my head so I wouldn’t forget it. Right before we left my Grandpa said, “Sometimes I wish they would bring it back.”
I knew exactly what he meant. “Me too, I would love to see the other waterfall.” I raised my voice over the sound.
I took one more look at the beautiful sight. We were getting closer to the rapids as soon as I saw it. My heart started to thump again. I knew that we were going to be going slowly so I just sat back, relaxed, and held on tightly. I was right. We were slower then I had ever gone before.
Right as I was about to close my eyes, Grandpa pulled the gear to 40 miles an hour! I was not prepared for this. I was about to go ask Grandpa why he did that, but before I could open my mouth, a huge wave splashed my face!
After I wiped my eyes from the water, I found that we were gliding across the lake. Now I could ask my question. “Grandpa, why did you go slow going up and really fast going down?” I breathed heavily.
When I said these words, the response I got was, “To be safe you go slow going up and fast going down so your jet ski doesn’t flip.”
For the rest of the ride, we talked and had fun. I had no reason to be sad. Never the less, I felt a hint of sadness that this would be the last ride of the day. When we got back to shore, there were a lot of questions like “How was it?”
Or “Was it scary?”
Even, “Did you go up to Twin Falls?”
Some of those words came from my little brother Jacob. My heart was bursting with pride. Only my Grandpa is brave enough to go up to Twin Falls. I guess he is not the only one who is brave enough. Now I am too!
My mom doesn’t seem to enjoy it like I do. She thinks that I am too young to die. My dad seemed okay with it when I asked him last year. That’s why I have loads to tell my dad when I get back to Japan!
This was the first time I went up to Twin Fall, and I will never forget it.