I’m going to tell you a story about my favorite time of the year.
My favorite time of the year is summer. I really enjoy going backpacking with my two brothers, and my Papa.
A few years ago, in August, my Brothers, one of our friends, my Grandpa, Papa and I went on a one week backpacking trip to a place called Angels Staircase.
The first day, we hiked about six miles to a campsite called Upper Eagle Lake. It was beautiful! On the opposite side of the lake from us, there was a mountain, where we could hear the hoary marmots whistling to each other. We set up camp, tried to catch some fish, and made a campfire.
After we made our Mac-n-Cheese dinner on pocket rockets (ultra-light backpacking stoves) and ate the fish that my brother Courage had caught in a small lake near by, we sat around the fire and jabbered for a while.
Then, we crawled into our sleeping bags and went to sleep.
While we were sleeping, it RAINED. I mean it POURED. Under the floor of tent that my grandpa, and my dad and I were sharing, a big puddle of water had gathered. When anybody moved, it felt like we were sleeping on a water bed!
Next morning, we ate our breakfast, and started hiking.
This time, we hiked over a pass called Horse Head Pass, and down to a place called boiling lake. This lake had lots of frogs at it. I saw big school’s of tadpoles swimming around.
The next morning, we climbed up the stair case. It really isn’t a stair case, it is just a bunch of really steep switchbacks going up a tall mountain. At the top,if its not to cloudy, you can see Mount Rainier. We didn’t see it this time, because it was to cloudy, or something…
The rest of the trip was pretty un-eventful, except that I caught a bunch of fish at a lake that we camped at three days into the trip.
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