Going to the Mountains
Going to the Mountains
My dad and I decided to go to the mountains, just me and him. When we arrived there, we took the climbing stuff from the car and started to climb. The higher we went up on the mountain the wind got stronger and stronger.
When we were nearly at the top, we settled down on a big rock. When we opened the backpack to get our lunch out, the cheese flew away! I ran after it and I caught it. My dad told me, “Good job.” We started to put all the food out on the big rock. We put smaller rocks on top of them so that they wouldn’t fly away. Dad took the knife and began cutting the cheese up. Dad and I were hungry because of the climbing. While we ate, dad and I chatted. There were birds all around us and we could hear them singing. I felt so happy to be there with my dad and the birds. I was enjoying being in nature with no cars and noises.
When we were done, we climbed till the top of the mountain and then went back down to the car.
I was so happy to be just me and my dad alone.
Article posted October 25, 2011 at 04:59 AM •
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