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Warner Springs Day Hike
It started out a brisk morning. The air was crisp and clean and we were all standing impatiently in the parking lot, waiting to get started on our journey. After all the adults got told where they were going, even though most of them already knew, we piled into the cars and started out. We all had very interesting little conversations in the car. Finally, we stepped out into the parking lot. We began by counting off to see if anyone was still at the church, but I don't think we would have gone back to pick someone up. There was a little bit of clouds, enough to give some shade, but not enough to worry about rain. We crossed the road and began our twenty mile trek. Words couldn't describe how beautiful the countryside was. After getting over the first few hills, there was a rolling golden meadow full a blowing grasses, sweeping winds, cricket chirps, and cows. For anybody who hasn't been on this hike before, it's famous for the cows. When one sees a river on a map, they usually expect to find glistening water and cataracts, but they're never there. All we saw was a dried up, old streambed with cows in it. We did get to cross one little trickle of water. Ironically, almost all the adults slipped in the exact same spot while getting across. After that, we had a little orienteering break for the younger Scouts, and I'll just say I'm glad that we were not stuck in the woods with them, kidding. It actually surprised me how many scouts knew exactly where we we're, almost. The rest was..... well, just hiking and more cows. After about sixty different songs in sixty different voices, we reached our destination, the fire station. The people who brought real backpacks ate well, maybe too well. I know I didn't feel good on the way back, but that was my own fault. We all felt rested and relaxed, and lost a few people who didn't feel up to doing the twenty. The way back, there isn't much to say. It's just everything we did, but in reverse. I think we all still enjoyed it anyway. The last range of hills felt like climbing a wall. We all made it up, and we were all glad to see the cars. We all piled into the cars and headed home.
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