I've finally gotten around to writing the last part of our journey to Prince Rock. That was a while ago.
Where did I leave off? We were climbing up the side of the mountain with our hands and feet, sprinting on them the whole way, because if we stopped we would lose the very important momentum to keep us going.
Back at the top, it was hard to get everyone back together. The boys climbed down steep rocks to get to where my mom was; and then they decided that it was kinda hard to get out. Eventually, we found a way, and everyone was once again reunited!
We headed back down another side of the mountain. It was steep. Ace and I went down doing funny duck-steps, just because it was the easiest way to keep balance. My dad went backwards... which kind of worried me. Us kids got down halfway, where there were huge rocks, a lot faster than my parents. We sat down at the rock and waited for them to catch up.
When they did, we (I AM SO MAD AT MY COMPUTER RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!! I GOT TO THE PART WHERE WE WERE AT THE STREAM, AND THEN SOMEHOW I ACCIDENTALLY HIT A WRONG KEY AND IT DELETED HALF THE POST... And I was about to do the Control-Z thing, but then it saved! UUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGH!!!!!!!!!!! Now I'm going to have to re-write the whole thing over again!) went across to Chicken Rock, which is across from Prince Rock. Chicken Rock is shorter, but it's a lot harder to climb. Unless you walk up the path, you can't just walk up like you can on Prince Rock. The boys, Elizabeth, and I climbed up. It wasn't hard, but my jacket tied around my waist and my water bottle hanging from my belt (I normally would never do this, but I had to sacrifice my dignity for the sake of my being able to climb up) it was kind of hard to do. I think I permanently damaged my water bottle...
We spent quite a while at the top. It was nice. The weather was changing like crazy; one minute it'd be so cold with the wind blowing, and the next minute it'd be burning with direct sunlight.
Finally, when we headed back down, us 'kids' climbed back, while my dad took my mom down the path. My dad would have come with us, but my mom couldn't. She's probably physically able to do it, but if she slipped and broke her leg it would be kind of inconvenient, because she's a dance teacher.
Anyways, when the boys, Elizabeth, and I got back down, we found a stream. Ace wondered what it tasted like. It looked pretty clean, so I took the cap off my water bottle and skimmed the top of the water coming down, making sure I didn't get any of the water that could have been sitting there for a while. It was pretty good. Chicken did the same thing, but he took from the edges, where the water looked more risky. I didn't tell him, because he probably would have made a remark about it. Then my parents came, and Chicken said, "This water's really good!" and this look came across my mom's face, and she said, "You drank it? You can't drink that!" And guess what Chicken says? "Well, Annasophie did it, too!" Well, way to keep it quiet, brother!
We had a little picnic on one of the picnic tables. It was nice. Afterwards, my dad took a nap in the van while my mom convinced Elizabeth and I to take our shoes off and walk in the river. We did; it was freezing cold!! It kinda felt good when we came out, cause the air was a lot warmer than the water. Chicken and Jojoba were being chicken (haha!) and wouldn't get in. My mom said, "You guys are just like girls-- scared of things that are nothing!"
I really had to go to the bathroom, so Elizabeth and I dried our feet, put our socks on, and walked to the outdoor restroom. When we came back, we took our shoes back off and walked through the stream to a rock in the middle, where we dried our feet. After a while, we put them back on, and I tried jumping across the stream (which wasn't all that wide). I missed by a little, and got my sock wet. I couldn't really feel it all that much, for some reason.
Elizabeth was smart and went the way I was going to, which was just off the rock into grass.
Then we went back in the car to...
Somewhere... I'll post about that later.
