Snow, snow, snow! I feel like I don’t want to go on the walk; I just want to play in the snow. But I know I have to keep moving, or by the time we get to the top it will be night-time.
It is hard work following the route, just getting to the bottom of the mountain. I was tired by the time I got there. The route up to Low Pike made me sweaty and hot. I asked for the wind to come and cool me down. No, it didn’t come. Oh well! I need it desperately.
Dad and Mark were way in front of me. In the car, my dad had talked about walking at the pace of the slowest walker -me – and now they were zooming up the mountain with me five to ten metres behind them. Good call Dad 🙂
At the top of Low Pike the wind was so fierce it picked up the snow from the ground and blasted it very powerfully into my face.
We didn’t eat much on the way up, because there were not many rocks to give all three of us enough shelter. I was starving!
We were just ten feet from the top of High Pike when we headed down. I felt so guilty. But Dad and Mark really cheered me up, by saying,
“It’s fine, you did well, this was a very tough walk, and you went up nearly two mountains. Well done.”
The mountain has turned into my enemy. So in summer it will pay. I am going to beat it up and victory will be mine. haha!
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