Every year my grandparents, mom, and I go to Door County. It takes about 4 hours of being stuck in a cramped car to get there, but it's worth it. I love when we pull up to the hotel and my stomach whirls with butterflies. With aching legs, I help carry my suitcase out of the trunk. The hotel is white in the shape of an upside down L. Each door leads directly to a hotel room. The pool was right in the middle. The thick smell of chlorine evaded my nose. We heaved our luggage over the curb and into the lobby. The “lobby” is about the same size as a classroom, maybe even smaller. In the center of the room, there is a small table where the owner lays out bagels, muffins, and other breakfast items. In the corner is a small black and white coffee nook where all the adults roam. We walk up to the desk where Susan recognizes us immediately. My family has been coming here even before I was born. A smile spreads across our face as she jingles our room keys in front of us. My grandma grasps for the keys holding them in her small wrinkled hand. Altogether we walked back to our room and decided to get outside.
The hotel was directly on the lake making the trip just a few steps away. Before you reached the beach there is a sitting area. The crisp green grass prickled your bare feet when you walked across it. Wood beach chairs turned facing the lake. The chairs were an assortment of dark blues and yellows. Further down stood a wooden archway. The wood was darkened by age. From the archway is a brittle staircase where people usually kick off there flip flops or sandals. With each stair, a small creak rings into the air. Plastic buckets and shovels lay half buried in the beach. I step down into the sand only to quickly pull them back from the heat. Walking on the sand was like walking across hot coals in a circus act. Instead, I watch as the cool breeze sways the trees back and forth. Long feathery clouds drift across the pale blue sky. I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with air. I decide to make a run for it towards the water. As I dash across the beach sand kicks up from behind me. Once I'm close enough I leap into the brown murky water. The water splurges in all directions from the impact. The icy liquid surges my legs with pins and needles. I shudder as a small shiver itches up my spine. I watch as ring-shaped ripples roll from where I had jumped into the water. The wind started to pick up as it swept my hair into a tornado, blowing it every which way. I ran my fingers through each strand trying to tame it back into place. The sun wrapped me up in a tight blanket making my eyes droop. I squinted trying to look across the horizon. I placed my hand above my eyes, blocking the light. The lake was so broad that it was a little overwhelming. As if it would swallow me whole. The woozy feeling made me turn away. I smiled to myself as I hopped back up the ancient stairs.
The hotel was directly on the lake making the trip just a few steps away. Before you reached the beach there is a sitting area. The crisp green grass prickled your bare feet when you walked across it. Wood beach chairs turned facing the lake. The chairs were an assortment of dark blues and yellows. Further down stood a wooden archway. The wood was darkened by age. From the archway is a brittle staircase where people usually kick off there flip flops or sandals. With each stair, a small creak rings into the air. Plastic buckets and shovels lay half buried in the beach. I step down into the sand only to quickly pull them back from the heat. Walking on the sand was like walking across hot coals in a circus act. Instead, I watch as the cool breeze sways the trees back and forth. Long feathery clouds drift across the pale blue sky. I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with air. I decide to make a run for it towards the water. As I dash across the beach sand kicks up from behind me. Once I'm close enough I leap into the brown murky water. The water splurges in all directions from the impact. The icy liquid surges my legs with pins and needles. I shudder as a small shiver itches up my spine. I watch as ring-shaped ripples roll from where I had jumped into the water. The wind started to pick up as it swept my hair into a tornado, blowing it every which way. I ran my fingers through each strand trying to tame it back into place. The sun wrapped me up in a tight blanket making my eyes droop. I squinted trying to look across the horizon. I placed my hand above my eyes, blocking the light. The lake was so broad that it was a little overwhelming. As if it would swallow me whole. The woozy feeling made me turn away. I smiled to myself as I hopped back up the ancient stairs.