ok so im in durango colorado with this rockin host family the johnsons and my community impacta for the day was going to be heading out to see how the civil air patrol does its thing and saves climbers... i get in the van and instead of the nine people that we have there is ten... so long story short i ended up clearing trails in the mountains. we get to the place where we are supposed to begin the 45 miniute hike and i stay back with phil (bussiness manager / band leader) and laura lynn ( vocal instructor) to help the people who had a rough time making it up this mountain... we turn our backs for one second and the whole cast dissappears... so the three of us are trying to find the cast and a few kids come back because the hike is to hard... its flat out the most ridiculous mountain hike ever crafted by the devious hands of satan himself... so we stay with the kids until their ready to decsend then phil (the biggest of the three of us ) heads down the mountian leaving me and laura lynn to carry this big gatorade container up this mountain... we start the ascent... then behold like a sign from god that were screwed to begin with the trail branches out in two directions... we decided that we should take the right fork after looking for the cast up both. the right fork is not fun... but we persevered and hauled this hellacious water jug up to the top of the mountain... end of story... or it would be... if it had been the correct mountain. instead we come to the end of the trail and theres no cast. so with our water jug about two gallons lighter because of use we head back down the slope of death. this time were smart and take the left fork... and we have got ourselves a guide... but were still carrying a helacios amount of water with noone to help us and switch off on it with us... having climbed the mountian once we climbed a seperate peak that made the first look like a nice gentle hill. we stopped about every turn and eventualy left the water because we were to exausted to continue with the water jug. then i was proven wrong in the theroy that without the jug the rest of the hike would be much easier... wrong again ... when we finnaly got to the top i was afraid that if i sat down then i would never get back up... but we made it to the top of that mountain and now its a great story to tell my grandkids.... when the blisters heal
-Dylan ( mountaineer)
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