As we rise at the break of dawn we realize that the vacation is over and work must begin. Twenty pounds of food, clothing, and other assorted gear is sitting in each backpack as we prepare for the grueling eight and a half mile trek; definitely not a walk in the park. The journey begins as one group, sixteen in all: twelve teenagers and four adults. The first few miles is easy going, with only slight increases in elevation. During these first miles of the hike the group breaks up into four smaller groups. At the rear is one straggler and the mandatory adult bringing up the back. In front of them is a group of seven. These seven are going at a reasonable pace, not too fast and not too slow. Five more are cocky and proud youth who like to lead the way, but they do not do this today. This distinction goes to myself and one other who follows less than a football field away. I am afraid that if I stop, I will not be able to continue any farther. In a very good rhythm I hike and hike and hike until the last quarter mile. I have reached the pinnacle of the hike.

The last stretch rises more than one thousand feet with continual short, steep switchbacks. At the bottom I rest and prepare for the challenge. It is difficult going, and I must break every ten to twenty yards. I have met my match, or at least I feel that way. On the hike up I am passed by my brother Justin and my friends John and Neil. Finally I see it: my personal oasis. The parking lot sits atop the canyon like beacon calling to me and the other hikers. Exhausted, tired, and worn out I sit down to take the seemingly larger load off my back. As we return to civilization I contemplate what I had done. I am proud to have accomplished this feat, but I do not envy others with the chance to experience this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

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