"C’mon guys! Great job!” We yelled as we staggered up the steep mountain path. We were climbing up Stonewall Peak, near Paso Picacho campgrounds at the Cuyamaca Rancho State Park where we were spending the night for our Adventure, Adventure, Arrghh! project. (To learn about our project, check out the project page of this website). My friends and I were a bit ahead of the rest of the rest of the class, and we were cheering them on. It was hot and sunny and the shade felt sooooooooo good! I was trying very hard to not kick up dust. Some of my friends were allergic. We stopped to rest. Ahhhhhhhh. The rock was positively freezing! Yay! |
We trudged on.. Soon it seemed like we were in a forest of silvery trees. But they were actually burnt. There must have been a huge fire. There were even burnt trees on the Azalea trail where we previously hiked the day before.
I wrote a poem about the burnt trees. The poem is what they are now and what I wish would happen. (It might happen, I’m not sure, I hope so) Here it is.
Black, spikey and burnt.
But maybe not so burnt.
With some water and kindness,
a auburn glimmer of hope peeks through the peeling bark.
Green leaves and brown twigs poke their way through
the shining auburn bark that now covers the whole tree.
With a little water, love and kindness goes a long way.
Suddenly, I felt rock beneath my feet. Yesssssss!!!!!! I had reached the summit! I had persevered. As I climbed up the stone steps, I remembered that we had climbed 700 ft. We had also hiked 2 miles! Wow! I felt very, very, accomplished. When I saw the view, I knew this was a hike that I’d never forget!! Now for the way down!! Yikes!` The End By Ella |