The Hiking Trip
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The Hiking Trip
“I never wanted to come on this stupid old hiking trip anyway!” His voice echoed, shrill and panicked, across the narrow canyon. His father stopped, chest heaving with the effort of the climb, and turned to look at the boy.
“This is hard on you, son, I know. But youve got to come through with courage and a level head.”
“But Im scared! I dont even want to have courage!” he retorted. He jerked his head the other way and wiped his eyes across his arm.
“If not courage, fine,” his father replied sternly. “Then have enough love for your brother to think this through!” He pulled a bandana from his back pocket and tied it around his neck. Then he gently placed his hand on the boys shoulder and continued, more softly this time. “Now, I dont know if I can make it without stopping every so often. And we just dont have the time to stop. Youre young, but youre strong and fast. Do you remember the way back from here to the road, if you had to go alone?”
Jeff flashed back to the agonizing scene of his seventeen-year-old brother at their campsite that morning. Hed been bitten by a snake yesterday during a rough hike through very rocky terrain. By the time they returned to their tents, he was limping badly. Then this morning he couldnt put on his boots, and the pain seemed to be getting worse. He needed medical attention right away, so leaving him there was their only choice.
“Jeffrey? Jeffrey, could you do it? Could you make it to the road without me if you had to?”
Jeff blinked and looked past his fathers eyes to the end of the canyon, several miles away. He nodded slowly as the path and the plan began to take hold in his mind. “What was the name of that little town we stopped in to get matches, Dad?”
His father smiled and replied, “Flint. After we left Flint, we parked at the side of the road a few miles out of town. When you see which way our car is facing, youll know that the town is back the other direction.”
Jeff thought about this and then nodded. They both drank water and then continued scrambling over the rocks.
Nothing was as pretty as it had seemed when they first hiked this way to their campsite. Before, the boulders and rocks had been an interesting challenge. Now, they were obstacles that threatened their footing and their velocity. Overhanging limbs had earlier been natural curiosities in the cliffs. But now they were natures weapons, slapping and scratching the boy and the man who crashed by and pushed through as quickly as they could.
Stone by stone, they made their way up the canyon. Jeffs