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Day One
We all gathered at Mr. Woolners car, a huge clump of over excited seventh graders waiting to finally go on the Cardigan trip, the trip all of our siblings had been talking about for years had finally come.
Mr. Woolner tried to calm us down as we filed onto the bus, anxious to start our journey. The bus ride lingers on as I play easy hand games with my friends and Mr. Woolner tested us on the Johnny whoop game, me trying and failing many many times. The bus finally arrived and we begin by playing duck duck goose struggling to get to our soggy grass seats before a soggy hand touches our back. We got assigned to our groups and our instructor Tom had a huge smile on his face when we decide to be Crispy Berries! And Cream! When we began our hike I was assigned the team's navigator for today. I stare at my map trying to figure out where we are and where we need to be I am positive I am going to get us lost but eventually we end up the cellar hole, our minds full of riddles and games as we eat our lunch pausing to stare down in crusty dusty cellar hole to make a few sketches for Mr. Woolner.
We continue on our journey along a single track of dirt and sand until we come to a river crossing. Tom goes first as he checks for loose and slippery rocks, Rowan goes second and I go third hopping across the lily pad like stones. We sat down on a muddy wet log, not carrying if we looked like we had just pooped our pants when we stood up. I lean on Lauryn's back as she tries and fails to describe a sugar maple to me so I can draw in my sketchbook. My picture ends up looking like a lopsided crown but I tried my best. We sit quietly listening to the leaves rustle and the birds chirp the nock of a woodpecker filling my ear with joy, the water gently slides off the leaves and gracefully lands on my face. We returned on the path, I was finally getting a hang of this navigator thing and we quickly came to an overhanging cliff, I walked toward the cliff, Welton Falls gushing water into the most perfect swimming hole I had ever seen, to bad it was like 60 degrees out. I return my gaze to the falls, the water cascading harshly but yet gently down the water carved rocks. Rose stares in awe as she walks up behind me. The water from the falls and the rain blurring my vision of the beautiful view. We were almost there when Jacuqes stumbles on his shoe lance crashing to the ground, a small bit of blood sliding down his knee.
Tom pulled out his first aid kit and patched up the little wound. This and all crashes to come will forever be called a Jacques. When we finally arrived, the AMC lodge loomed over us as we loaded the bus home. The bus ride was long but fun as we sang songs and played games with our friends. When the bus unloaded we said our thanks to the bus driver and Mr. Woolner and rushed to our parents' car anxious to tell them all our fun adventures of our first day at Cardigan.
I picked the theme of movement for our first day at Cardigan because movement is when things, people, or ideas move or travel to some place. We all traveld on the bus to go to Cardigan and to leave Cardigan. Also the water the falls onto the mountin will flow into the rivers and streams the go into big oceans and lakes.
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