We had driven to the end of the rocky dirt road,
All the way from Durango to Silverton,
Up and down the traitorous mountain sides,
And pulled up at 9 a.m.,
The grasses still covered in morning dew.
We unloaded the gear,
Strapped the heavy packs to our backs and waist’s,
And I took a large sip of water.
With everything in place,
We began to walk up and up the trail.

Beautiful flowers blossoming on the sides
Smelling sweet and fresh.
I could hear the waterfall
Crashing down on the rocks below.
The larks were chirping,
And I heard the frogs croaking.
The trees were swaying
With the slight wind.
Nick and I went for hour’s uphill,
And when we reached the top,
I was as tired as a cheetahs prey,
After a wild game of tag.
But it was well worth it,
The landscape was so beautiful.