Kayak Trip by Hamish

As I glide gently over the lake I take photos of the magnificent Snowy Mountain caked with one meter thick of fluffy snow. I start rowing again until I get tired I’m too busy looking at the view to relies what time it is the tempeture starts to drop I get colder and colder I can’t think my blood turns to ice I feel paralyzed I slip out of the boat and fall into the chilling water I glance back at the mountains I start losing thought and memories all I can remember was the mountains a hand lift me out of the water.