When I was in 5th grade at Citrus Glen I went on a camping field
trip. My parents paid two hundred and fifty dollars so I could
go to outdoor education. It took us a while to get to Lake
Cachuma which is where the camp was located. On the way there we
drove over a rickety old bridge which looked liked it was going
to break as soon as the bus went over it. Every person on the
bus seemed to lean to the other side. After a while and when the
road had stopped twisting and turning we pulled into a driveway.
It was not the right place because when we passed the right
drive way we were on the other side of the road so we made a
u-turn and then drove 5 minutes until we came to the drive
way.
We took our bags off the bus and put them on a large plastic
sheet that the councilors had spread out on the ground. I had a
blanket and a sleeping bag stuffed into one bag and the supplies
my teacher had suggested to bring in the other. They went over
the rules, sorted us into our cabins, (Which in my opinion were
a bit disappointing because they were only bunk beds in a
box-like house) let us unpack our things and then took us over
to eat. The food was very good most of the time but the chicken
looked like road kill so I never tasted it. I can never
understand how all my friends could eat it, it always made me
gag when I smelled it.
The next day we started to do our education hiking. We did the
animal hike which taught us to tell if animals had been there by
recognizing its foot prints and scat (scat was their name for
poop ). On our hike we saw deer and the scat of many foxes.
During my time there we got to pick two fun hikes. The choices
were arching the fossil hike (which was lame. Don’t be fooled by
how fun they make it out to be because it is the worst hike of
all) boating, Going to the lake, old man Murphy, old hag Reilly,
predator, and other hikes I can’t remember. Old man Murphy and
old hag Reilly were supposed to be scary.
Predator members scare the members of old man Murphy. When I was
in predator we stole candy from the kitchens and then went to
scare the kids in old man Murphy. But the counselor had never
told the story before so they forgot to tell the kids to turn
off their flashlights and when we were hiding in the bushes they
shone their flashlights into the bushes and saw us so I jumped
out an we frightened the people that hadn’t seen us.
One kid
that slept in my cabin was so scared that the counselor had
forbidden us from saying the name “old man Murphy ”. He said
that if we said the name he would give us a check. A check is
what you get for doing something wrong. I got two.
A scary hike was the night hike it was as you might have guessed
at night. The trust walk was a section of the night hike in
which we had to walk totally alone until we reached our
counselor that had walked half a mile in the dark. My friend
said that one kid got lost but I don’t believe him.