“A few more miles.” came my dad’s reply, the same reply he had given me the past three times I asked that question. At that, my legs almost gave out. It seemed to me the more we hiked, the longer the trail grew. …show more content…
I gestured to my dad to keep going and that I would follow him in a few minutes. I dug out my water bottle and drank it. What little water that remained in it was warm and made me more thirsty. I set it down and looked at the trail, at the stream of people going up and down the trail, at the evening sun. I took the time to admire the trail. The trees were tall and casted elaborate shadows on the ground and the birds were flying through the crevices between the trees. After a few more minutes of catching my breath and regaining some feeling in my legs, I hoisted my backpack over my back and went up the trail