Back in the caravan my family woke up. They were making breakfast – that included sandwiches, scrambled eggs, and some meat.
“When are we going?” I inquired when I put the leads away.
“In about forty-sixty minutes,” my father answered as he mixed the scrambled eggs.
“I will probably pack some fruit snacks?”
“Do please.”
When stroke eight, after eating meals and packing our truck, we were ready to go hiking. We came on the road and went in the direction of Convict Lake. We saw that the sun has just appeared behind the mountains on the horizon. I was fascinated at the time it shed its pink radiance at the valley before us.
Once we stopped not far from the trail head and gave out the water among us. My brother, called Daniel, bore the pack, I bore a bota bag, mother, her name is Sarah, bore her fanny pack and a couple of bottles with water, and my father, Dan, bore the Camera and a his bota bag.
In a little while, we got on the trail. In an hour of a climbing my brother, Daniel, was ahead with me following closely behind him. Mother and dad were at the back of us nearly 100 yards. I gazed to my left at the shiny azure lake. There were one or two rented boats and there also was a party-boat. The beams of the sun were mirrored off the lake creating a breathtaking golden gleam. I looked down at the dirty follow I was going on; it was incredible that I was walking just outside the former active volcano. My eyes leisurely ventured to the small plant, sagebrush, that was on my right. Ten minutes ago, I never supposed I’d meet sagebrush at this place. But after that once more, Mammoth is only a high desert, with gigantic mountains on all sides.
