Hi everyone! Let’s get right into our adventure. Dad and I stood there looking over the edge of this rocky hill. You go first, said Dad. Naturally. If Dad decides to fall he will flatten me. Oh well. Down I ventured. Really wasn’t so bad. Until we came to one part about half way down. This part might be a bit tricky, said I. You mean impossible, said Dad, we’ll have to go back and find a different way. We can do it, I continued, right over here. Dad looked.
Maybe, he said, you go first. Naturally. If you start to fall just grab that little tree over there, I said. That little tree is going to stop me?, he questioned. Sure, it’s probably rooted good, I said. Anyway, down I went. Slipped on some moss. Went down fast. Grabbed little tree. Pulled little tree out by the roots. Kept going down. Grabbed a larger tree and stopped. See, nothing to it, I yelled to Dad. He just looked. Dad started down slowly.
I think he slipped on the same piece of moss. Down he came. Rather fast. I moved out of the way and yelled, grab that tree. Guess he didn’t hear me. The look on his face as he slid past. Priceless. Dad was on his stomach now. Bad choice. Now he can’t see where he’s going. His arms were swinging all over the place. Probably trying to grab onto something. Then somehow he got himself turned sideways. Oh, oh. Wham! I finally made it down to where he was. Good thing your back pack cushioned you when you hit that tree, I said. His back pack also had a different shape to it, kind of flat.
Dad looked a bit dazed. At least we’re nearly at the bottom now, I continued. Dad just looked. At the bottom there was this creek. Looked smaller from up there, I said. Right, said Dad. There’s an old log across the creek we can use, I said. Dad looked at it. Looks solid enough, he said, you go first. Naturally. The creek was about 8 feet wide and the water didn’t look too deep. Get going, said Dad, it’s safe. He had a smile on his face. Hmm, off I went. No problem. Dad made it across as well. Amazing. He actually didn’t get wet this time.
Once across we had to climb up to the tracks. Only about 20 feet, but very steep. Dad slipped but managed to grab a small shrub. AAAAAAAA!!!!! Rose bush! Those wild rose bushes are absolutely covered with thorns. Once on the tracks we climbed onto a small rocky hill, in the sun, facing south. A great spot to stop for coffee! Your hand is bleeding, I said, you should be more careful. I should have stayed home, he said. Odd.
Guess I better leave it there or this will get way too long. More to come though. I hope you all have a great day and God bless!
Steve and Muffin.
© 2019 Steve McLeod.