Eco Week - Stormy by Melody

Oct 5,2017

Eco Week-Stormy Peak

By: Melody

            Slip, fall, ow! So far, super far, I need water.

Ow my feet, I thought, ow ow ow. Wait... can you hear my thoughts, well I bet want a story, then let me tell you my story so I don’t keep embarrass myself by saying ow a few hundred times without telling you why I am. It all started when....

            “I am so gonna beat that mountain, it will have to do better than that to beat me,” I said proudly grinning up at the mountains snowy white hat and its green green coat. When everyone got here we set off on the trail to Stormy Peak, the peak hit most with raging storm’s starting point. I jogged up to the fifth spot in line and hiked I felt good about myself for getting myself on the hardest hike you could get on. One minute later this is what I felt like. Uohhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuu, uohhhhh fuuuuuuuuuu deep breath deep breath, I thought, this is not goanna end well I can already feel it. One-minute hiking, we’re not even at the starting point, and I am already out of breath how am I supposed to make it to the top. “I give u...,” I was ready to say pouting a whole lot. No, I WON’T give up, I thought, I can’t It just started anyways it can’t be that bad hiking up Mr. Tall Guy. That is how it started going up up up 30 degrees at a time.

            The tall gray shrubs towered over us as we meet up with our starting point.... the sign.

We started walking again. The towering gray shrubs that towered over us soon broke out into tall green pine that grew thicker and thicker as we went higher and higher. I went on positive on and off because I kept falling and getting my hands frozen once again after I just got my hands warm again in a foot of snow for one hour ten minutes I believe till . . . I fell. I fell of a one-foot rock that was covered in white and fluffy but slippery and deadly snow with my feet on the rock and my hands on the snowy ground below. My hands were about to burst because of the snow, my head tingled and died, and my heart bammed like a jackhammer cracking my chest with each blow. I didn’t know if I should scream of the shearing pain in my freezing hands or cry of defeat. The snow mocked my clumsiness, the trees danced their laughter, and the rock barked out with a low low voice, “You're not fit for this, go back to whom you came from hahaha!” stayed there for a sec breathing deeply hands frozen ready to give up. But....  wait the hike isn’t over and I am not finished with this mountain yet. With the help of MY courage and the warm voice that asked if I was ok I squirmed back onto the rock and wobbled pass a few people regaining my spot as fifth in line. At that time, I felt golden and very proud of myself for being able to keep going.

I stumbled around for another one hour and ten minutes later sweating and burning frozen and I especially wanting to give up. My legs were sore and we had like another hour till we got pass timberline or otherwise called the tree line, my ankles and neck was hurting from the weight of my 2 feet tall and one-foot fat backpack and myself, and my lungs were working ten times usual. Weird fact the longest hike I have ever been on was only five-mile hike. I bent over ready to admit defeat. But when I looked up our guide us standing there in his purple shirt like he wasn’t hiking a 14 or 12 mile Stormy Peak. I stood up my fuel of hope tripled to fill half of my tank probably enough to get me to the top I thought. Walking again with my head up high thinking of defeating this mountain once and for all again since the beginning of the hike.

We were nearly pass the timberline, my tank of was hope also nearly empty. I wobbled behind the fourth person my feets ready to give out begging for my tank of hope runs out. No, no, no, no what am I thinking, I won’t let my tank of hope run out. I shoved a bit more of hope into that tank and continued. On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on an. . . . you get the idea it was only like ten more minutes but to me, my feet, and my lungs it feels like eternity. Finally, like the sun has finally began to shine on my freezing toes I saw ours . . . half way point. Sadly, it isn’t our finishing point, but I was too happy and proud to even care it was only half way. Now the sun is burning hot and we still have to go down the hike, down the miny trail, and back to the campus, and into my dorm where I am telling you this unfortunate event. The mid-point wasn’t as welcoming as I thought it would have been . . . iiiiitt happens to be snow, rock, and a couple of branches where I unfortunately had to bonk my head against one. Later I found that I had a red-brown circle right on the top of my forehead where I bonked my head. I ate my turkey and cheese sandwich that got squashed into a misshaped sphere, my apple, and half of my chips. We had to get up and go in like what... 15 minutes 20? I got really annoyed that we only had that much eating time! Never mind. Anyways going downhill was a lot easier.... only to my legs, but what didn’t help was my sad and aching ankle. Each time I took a step my ankle whined, each time I just stood my ankle whimpered, each time I sit down and get up again my ankles creaked and groaned. The ground was now water because on the white-hot sun burning us on fire. My mouth was becoming the first desert in someone’s mouth (because my water bottle is super deep inside my backpack and I couldn’t stop or I’ll lag), my feet were wet from the slush all over the ground, and my neck almost couldn’t take the weight of my gigantic backpack. I had to use all my power to keep from collapsing on the spot. Finally, after my feet was all wet without an atom dry, my backpack was killing my neck down to a serious ache, and my parched mouth was becoming the driest desert in the world (newspaper headlines-The driest desert was found in the mouth of an unfortunate person). Finally, the trees broke and I could see road to the girl’s dorm. I raced as fast as I could which would beat my normal walking speed to the dorms. I basically flattened the door and swiveled up on my bed where I am right now after the story. “Ow, ow, ouch,” I just happen to blurt out, “sorry.”