Tranquility Falls glittered like fine sugar in the distance as Brayden and his father pulled up to the trailhead. Brayden opened the car door and recoiled at the sharp scent of pine. He slurped the last bit of juice from his juice pouch and flattened the container
Brayden could not muster his usual enthusiasm for their annual father-son camping trip. The day before, Brayden's parents had broken the news
to him that he would be spending the remainder of his vacation studying algebra in summer school. Six weeks of finding the value of x. No skateboarding
with his friends or swimming at the community pool. Brayden chewed on his straw, the empty juice pouch hovering in front of his face. He hoisted his
backpack and slung its straps over his shoulders.
"Leave your trash in the car or we'll just have to carry it back-pack it in, pack it out yelled his father, already twenty yards up the trail. The car
chirped as his father locked it too quickly for Brayden to do as he was asked "Let's go, slowpokel First night festivities await Brayden groaned, stuffed
the juice pouch into his back pocket, and followed his father up the trail
Six miles from the trailhead, they began to set up camp in the forest along the Tranquility River It had been a long tiresome hike, and Brayden
now struggled to set up his new tent until his patience was spent. When his father tried to help. Brayden snapped. Can you quit rushing me? I can do this
by myself' Brayden dropped his poles onto a heap of twisted nylon and stormed off toward the river.
Upriver, Brayden stood on his favorite boulder and watched the sun sink beneath the trees. As he sat down the juice pouch in his back pocket
Crinkled, reminding him of the morning, of summer school, and of his dad shutting the car before he was ready. He grabbed the pouch and threw it at the
water as hard as he could. Sighing, he turned to head back to the camp.
By the time Brayden returned to the camp, it was pitch black, save for the light of the campfire that had guided him back. Brayden was silent as he
ate his dinner and endured his father's cheesiest tradition, the proprietary and confidential first-night campfire story
"Native Americans say that Bear was king of this land once," his father began in a hushed voice, 'as his father had been king before him. He had a
great temper, he slept in the open and was proud, vain, and greedy. He left a trail of waste and wreckage everywhere he went as a warning to all who
crossed his path One day Coyote dared to approach him and said, 'Bear, I will have pups soon and it breaks my heart to think they will have to live as I
do, in the wake of your thoughtlessness! Bear roared with rage and tossed Coyote aside by her ears, but as he did this, he saw behind her a river flowing
not with water, but with his own thoughtless waste. Ashamed, Bear dug a den and stayed in it for five months, eating mostly berries, plants, and fish when
he emerged. Forever onward to this day, the bears eat this way, and all stay in their dens for five months a year in observance of their former king's great
realization the land is not ours to own, but rather just to borrow."
The next morning, Brayden went to the river to splash cold water on his face. Out of the comer of his eye he saw a silver flash in the water his
empty juice pouch was stuck in some low-hanging branches. His father's story echoed in his mind and made him think about his own thoughtlessness. He
grabbed the juice pouch and slowly walked back to the camp.
When he arrived at the camp, he saw his father picking up the trash from breakfast I'm sorry, Dad."Brayden sighed. Tve just been really
frustrated like I can't get everything done right, you know? I think I started this trip off on the wrong foot." His father gave him a look of understanding
and an affectionate pat on the back
That evening before dinner, as Brayden walked to his boulder, a blur of rust-colored movement caught his eye. He turned and saw a coyote
directly opposite him on the other side of the river. The beautiful animal stared at Brayden for a brief moment. Then she inclined her head toward him and
seemed to nod, before turning away and disappearing into the purple twilight
Rewrite an original version of the first 3 paragraphs of the story from the fathers point of view. Be sure to include narrative techniques such as , dialogue, description , pacing , sensory details, and reflection.