Ahhhhhhh! Ok. So there's a lot that has happened. It's been so long!
To start things off, I have been way involved in my rock-climbing and ballet. I've been working hard. Ballet is going well but I think that I found a studio outside of my school that I am comfortable going to. And rock-climbing has only been getting progressively better. I've gone to Bishop twice in the past two months and have adored every minute of it. Besides the nonsense that happened.
Me and my friends are all out climbing for the day. We've been up since the sun was up and had gotten breakfast. We head up to the area called the "Buttermilks" (great climbing area). Well when we get there, our other friends meet up with and proceed in telling us a story.
B: " Guess what just happened to us?"
Me: "I don't know. Tell us what happened."
B: "We just spent two hours with a ranger at our campsite."
Me: "WTF? Why?"
B: "Well two guys on dirt bikes rode up to the car and told us that they had seen our trash everywhere and had called the ranger, not more than two seconds after they said that to us did the ranger pull up behind them."
Me: "That's ridiculous! I saw all the trash and picked it up before I headed here. I even put the trash bag in my tent!"
B: "Yeah well that's what happened. The ranger was tazer happy and a little too pumped to be there. I got a 200 dollar ticket for littering, and K got a 500 dollar ticket for possession. She searched our tents and my car."
To sum it all up, our too friendly ranger "Mel" was super ruining our trip. But the day got worse.
After continuing to climb some more, we decided to go on with our plan. Pizza, hot springs, camp fire. So we did. We got pizza and I notice that my friend E is sitting across from me and looks like he's dying. He has had a bad cold the time and is starting to show signs of pneumonia. So I ask my doctor friend W to take a look at him. W says that he should go home because he could use some medical attention. So I leave the pizza place, and go back to the campsite and pack up both mine and E's gear and huck it in the car. A four hour drive later and possibly 5 redbulls, we make it home. Where E takes off to his parent's house to be taken to the hospital.
The bishop trip before that was way better.
Not that there wasn't a lot of drama and people talking down to me this trip, but I don't think that I'll be going with them on another trip any time soon.
Oh! Seven months until I turn 21!
To start things off, I have been way involved in my rock-climbing and ballet. I've been working hard. Ballet is going well but I think that I found a studio outside of my school that I am comfortable going to. And rock-climbing has only been getting progressively better. I've gone to Bishop twice in the past two months and have adored every minute of it. Besides the nonsense that happened.
Me and my friends are all out climbing for the day. We've been up since the sun was up and had gotten breakfast. We head up to the area called the "Buttermilks" (great climbing area). Well when we get there, our other friends meet up with and proceed in telling us a story.
B: " Guess what just happened to us?"
Me: "I don't know. Tell us what happened."
B: "We just spent two hours with a ranger at our campsite."
Me: "WTF? Why?"
B: "Well two guys on dirt bikes rode up to the car and told us that they had seen our trash everywhere and had called the ranger, not more than two seconds after they said that to us did the ranger pull up behind them."
Me: "That's ridiculous! I saw all the trash and picked it up before I headed here. I even put the trash bag in my tent!"
B: "Yeah well that's what happened. The ranger was tazer happy and a little too pumped to be there. I got a 200 dollar ticket for littering, and K got a 500 dollar ticket for possession. She searched our tents and my car."
To sum it all up, our too friendly ranger "Mel" was super ruining our trip. But the day got worse.
After continuing to climb some more, we decided to go on with our plan. Pizza, hot springs, camp fire. So we did. We got pizza and I notice that my friend E is sitting across from me and looks like he's dying. He has had a bad cold the time and is starting to show signs of pneumonia. So I ask my doctor friend W to take a look at him. W says that he should go home because he could use some medical attention. So I leave the pizza place, and go back to the campsite and pack up both mine and E's gear and huck it in the car. A four hour drive later and possibly 5 redbulls, we make it home. Where E takes off to his parent's house to be taken to the hospital.
The bishop trip before that was way better.
Not that there wasn't a lot of drama and people talking down to me this trip, but I don't think that I'll be going with them on another trip any time soon.
Oh! Seven months until I turn 21!
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and best wishes for better climbing trips
and a resolution to your health issues