Today I went to my grandpa's so called "farm". It's really just a piece of land with trees, bushes, plants, a bridge, a crick(or creek as a friend from another state said), and a cabin. I'd accidentally forgotten my camera so i only have a few pictures I took on my phone.
I got there and went down to the crick by myself first. The only people with me were my parents. I guess I wanted to be alone so I started walking on the rocks and went to the edge next to the cricks. The best spot I thought to dip my feet in the water and took my shoes and socks off. Soon my parents came down and my mom let Maizy(my dog) off of her leash.
I went over to the bridge after telling my mom where I was going, I knew she'd ask anyways. So I started to climb on it. Dad had warned me that the bridge might be a little shaky and moldy so I was trying to not fall through. He came up behind me shaking the bridge with his step. This freaked me out for a second before I looked behind me. I used to be absolutely terrified of heights but I wasn't as much any more. It barely bugged me.
My dad and I sat in my spot and threw rocks at a tree branch in the middle of the creek trying to knock the branch off. I hit it a few times but never with a big enough rock. Not even my dad could get it to snap off, although he did get it to bend a bit. We gave up, deciding we couldn't get it to snap off.
I went further down and started to walk away from the bridge. Maizy was running every where by now, soaked from swimming in the crick. Maizy came out of the water with her stick and dropped it on the now wet rocks. I watched her thinking about throwing the stick back in the water. She came up to me playfully and jumped on me. The water soaking her splashed all over me. My pants were drenched, even the crotch. If you can imagine, I was angry.
While starting to walk back to my original spot I realized I wasn't going to be left alone. My parents were trying to go into the woods and expected me to follow, I did. The branches scratched at my legs where my pants had been rolled up so they wouldn't get soaked when I dipped my feet in the water. Sticker bushes caught on my skin and shoes. I followed my dad ignoring this unless I got stuck then I quickly detached the branch and caught back up. He stopped where trees had fallen from a huge windstorm we had the year before the last. I followed his steps, over dead trees and through branches. He climbed on dead trees, I followed. I started up on a tree he was standing on. Once I was on he started to jump up and down shaking me. I started to try to balance and started to laugh. I grabbed his sleeve to steady myself as we walked further along the dead moss-covered tree. We stopped towards the end but weren't off yet.
"Let go now."
I realized I was still clutching his sleeve and let go. Silently laughing at myself. A pitt of mud was below us.
"Do you think you'd sink? Go ahead you go first." He commented.
"No, you."
"No, come on go ahead."
"You go first."
"What if I sink?"
"Like quicksand?"
He ended up jumping first=). And he didn't even sink a centimeter.
My dad and I wandered around while we lost my mom. We stumbled upon a tree that was hanging off the edge with water covering part of it. I wanted to go down and stand on the part of the tree covered with water. He politely warned me that it could fall off any time, I replied by telling him that he was scaring me and he shouldn't. First, he tested the ground a bit then walked a bit further. He poked his foot on the ground and it fell in, it was just roots surrounded by huge crevices, some filled with a thin layer of unstable dirt. He stepped a bit on the root avoiding the dirt and jumped. I followed using a different root. My dad told me that it was soft were I landed and if I'd stayed there a little longer I would've fell, I knew. We started to climb down the tree roots and dirt towards the water. He found more spots that caved in. I went further towards where I really wanted to be. When I reached a spot that I could easily reach the water I took off my converse and stepped onto the tree. It really was only hanging. I was afraid my weight would make it fall but it was more sturdy than my dad had expected. The tree dipped where I stepped in the water and came out on the other side, curving upward from the slope of dirt. I was happy to have made it and leaned against the part that curved upward and smiled. My dad climbed back out and I followed.
There was an island of rocks. Being me I wanted down towards them. I found a way through woods to get down towards the water by the rock island. Around the island there were only dirt walls that went straight up and down. I found my way through the woods. My dad and I seperated, me trying to find an easier way through so the branches didn't hurt my legs as much. I came out to find my dad standing on a tree that had fallen down and now slanted up rooting itself in that position. I climbed up next to him trying to find a way onto the rock island. I'd have to go at least up to my waist in water if I wanted to be there.
My dad and I climbed back down. I upset, he showing no expression whatsoever. I guess it was kind of hard to tell though since I was staring at his back. Haha. When I started into the woods I saw my dad stopped unsure where to go.
"Go straight and make a right!"
He didn't understand what I was talking about so I stepped in front of him to lead. I started to crawl under branches and he went to my left, finding his own way. My way was going to be quicker. So I crawled under the branches and lifted them up gently out of my way finally stepping over a wire we had come over to get there. I smiled and giggled, happy I'd gotten out first. He took a little bit longer and claimed it was better to take more time and not have to squat under branches. I still don't believe him. We went to a lake then went and sat down at the cabin. Looking at a mountain, saddle mountain. I drank two apple juices, ate part of a biscuit and a few pieces of chicken. Then went back down to the crick by myself.
I stuck my feet in the water and walked on the smooth rocks. Then took some pictures. My dad came and told me to come, it was time to go. I didn't ever wanted to leave but put on my jacket and shoes, then followed anyways. Finally it had been a sunny day and I hadn't wasted it.
I got there and went down to the crick by myself first. The only people with me were my parents. I guess I wanted to be alone so I started walking on the rocks and went to the edge next to the cricks. The best spot I thought to dip my feet in the water and took my shoes and socks off. Soon my parents came down and my mom let Maizy(my dog) off of her leash.
I went over to the bridge after telling my mom where I was going, I knew she'd ask anyways. So I started to climb on it. Dad had warned me that the bridge might be a little shaky and moldy so I was trying to not fall through. He came up behind me shaking the bridge with his step. This freaked me out for a second before I looked behind me. I used to be absolutely terrified of heights but I wasn't as much any more. It barely bugged me.
My dad and I sat in my spot and threw rocks at a tree branch in the middle of the creek trying to knock the branch off. I hit it a few times but never with a big enough rock. Not even my dad could get it to snap off, although he did get it to bend a bit. We gave up, deciding we couldn't get it to snap off.
I went further down and started to walk away from the bridge. Maizy was running every where by now, soaked from swimming in the crick. Maizy came out of the water with her stick and dropped it on the now wet rocks. I watched her thinking about throwing the stick back in the water. She came up to me playfully and jumped on me. The water soaking her splashed all over me. My pants were drenched, even the crotch. If you can imagine, I was angry.
While starting to walk back to my original spot I realized I wasn't going to be left alone. My parents were trying to go into the woods and expected me to follow, I did. The branches scratched at my legs where my pants had been rolled up so they wouldn't get soaked when I dipped my feet in the water. Sticker bushes caught on my skin and shoes. I followed my dad ignoring this unless I got stuck then I quickly detached the branch and caught back up. He stopped where trees had fallen from a huge windstorm we had the year before the last. I followed his steps, over dead trees and through branches. He climbed on dead trees, I followed. I started up on a tree he was standing on. Once I was on he started to jump up and down shaking me. I started to try to balance and started to laugh. I grabbed his sleeve to steady myself as we walked further along the dead moss-covered tree. We stopped towards the end but weren't off yet.
"Let go now."
I realized I was still clutching his sleeve and let go. Silently laughing at myself. A pitt of mud was below us.
"Do you think you'd sink? Go ahead you go first." He commented.
"No, you."
"No, come on go ahead."
"You go first."
"What if I sink?"
"Like quicksand?"
He ended up jumping first=). And he didn't even sink a centimeter.
My dad and I wandered around while we lost my mom. We stumbled upon a tree that was hanging off the edge with water covering part of it. I wanted to go down and stand on the part of the tree covered with water. He politely warned me that it could fall off any time, I replied by telling him that he was scaring me and he shouldn't. First, he tested the ground a bit then walked a bit further. He poked his foot on the ground and it fell in, it was just roots surrounded by huge crevices, some filled with a thin layer of unstable dirt. He stepped a bit on the root avoiding the dirt and jumped. I followed using a different root. My dad told me that it was soft were I landed and if I'd stayed there a little longer I would've fell, I knew. We started to climb down the tree roots and dirt towards the water. He found more spots that caved in. I went further towards where I really wanted to be. When I reached a spot that I could easily reach the water I took off my converse and stepped onto the tree. It really was only hanging. I was afraid my weight would make it fall but it was more sturdy than my dad had expected. The tree dipped where I stepped in the water and came out on the other side, curving upward from the slope of dirt. I was happy to have made it and leaned against the part that curved upward and smiled. My dad climbed back out and I followed.
There was an island of rocks. Being me I wanted down towards them. I found a way through woods to get down towards the water by the rock island. Around the island there were only dirt walls that went straight up and down. I found my way through the woods. My dad and I seperated, me trying to find an easier way through so the branches didn't hurt my legs as much. I came out to find my dad standing on a tree that had fallen down and now slanted up rooting itself in that position. I climbed up next to him trying to find a way onto the rock island. I'd have to go at least up to my waist in water if I wanted to be there.
My dad and I climbed back down. I upset, he showing no expression whatsoever. I guess it was kind of hard to tell though since I was staring at his back. Haha. When I started into the woods I saw my dad stopped unsure where to go.
"Go straight and make a right!"
He didn't understand what I was talking about so I stepped in front of him to lead. I started to crawl under branches and he went to my left, finding his own way. My way was going to be quicker. So I crawled under the branches and lifted them up gently out of my way finally stepping over a wire we had come over to get there. I smiled and giggled, happy I'd gotten out first. He took a little bit longer and claimed it was better to take more time and not have to squat under branches. I still don't believe him. We went to a lake then went and sat down at the cabin. Looking at a mountain, saddle mountain. I drank two apple juices, ate part of a biscuit and a few pieces of chicken. Then went back down to the crick by myself.
I stuck my feet in the water and walked on the smooth rocks. Then took some pictures. My dad came and told me to come, it was time to go. I didn't ever wanted to leave but put on my jacket and shoes, then followed anyways. Finally it had been a sunny day and I hadn't wasted it.
No comments:
Post a Comment