So many people loved our hiking picture(and I am bored) so I thought I would explain it. In detail.
Last year for spring break we went to Palm Springs to visit my Dad and Rhonda, while we were there my dad took us on a little hiking trip on an Indian Reservation. It started out really pretty and flat and we were surrounded by really big palm trees. Then my dad, I don't know why I ever expect anything different, decides to take us off the trail....
To these rocks he thought we should climb up to get to the top of the canyon(even though there were signs to stay on the trail)
As you can see I was having a rough go at it from the start...
After a few rocks my dad decided it wasn't such a good idea with me there so we headed back down. For some reason on the way up we bi-passed this little river but on the way down we had to either walk through it or stay on the edge of the rocks to get to the other side. After taking one look at the water I decided I would rather die than touch the water so...
After a couple of tries to jump onto the rock...
Matt found me a stick that he thought I could use to fling myself up...like the high jumpers do...I feel like no one in my family has every met me before
Molly apparently found this very funny
I finally made it onto the rock and then slid right into the water...people ask me if I'm really crying and I think I really might have been. It felt like a very long fall from where I was and the water was disgusting. I was also sort of laughing, out of panic, so it's really hard to say!
I want you all to notice Matt in the background...
Matt's still laughing and I'm still...crying?
Whew, I finally made it and my dad once again tells me he is never taking me hiking(rafting, skiing, fishing, camping...) ever again.
I think all in all it was a good thing I fell off when I did because I don't think I could have pulled THIS off...
Nice team work
