The Trail-Personal Narrative

With everything going on I forgot that still, no one said a word. The only people speaking were the people already in the OA.
That morning, we were all separated into groups, and we were all assigned jobs. I didn’t know much about the jobs other groups were assigned, but mine was assigned to trail work. Within no time, we were off to work on our tasks. My group started off on one of the trails. Whenever we saw brush creeping into the trail, it was our job to remove it. It started off fairly easy. The trail we were going down was already well maintained, so it didn’t need that much work. Once we started venturing further through the vast expanse of trails, the difficulty escalated. Small twigs and leaves were turning into full blown branches.
Whenever we would encounter a branch like that, we would have to lug it through the woods to drop it off, but going through the woods like that got your legs cut up pretty badly. Anywhere I had bare skin, it was covered in scars. I had blood dripping down from my legs into my socks, and from my arms into my gloves. The blood mixed with the sweat and perspiration from all the …show more content…
We stayed out by the fire for a while longer, while scouts performed skits, sand songs and danced. It was nice to actually be able to talk for the first time, and it was a good time to relieve all the stress I built up. After the fire, though, we followed the trail back out, this time on our own. Once emerging from the woods, we were greeted with a massive feast. For the next hour or so, I mowed down on food. It was called all you can eat, but they underestimated my appetite. Food starting running out, so they had to refill the serving trays multiple times. Within this time, I was able to converse with many of the other OA members. It was really interesting learning about the kind of stuff they did in the organization. In the end, I was glad to be part of this