That day, I had finished eating my lunch before most of my travel companions were done, and I also felt like I needed some personal time. After taking leave from the group, I followed a trail that took me up the hill towards the woods. It took me farther and farther away from the river, so I stopped and turned back. What I wanted to see, most of all, was the river. Heading back downhill, I was able to follow the river. The scenery of trees, rocks and river may sound a bit too simple and ordinary, but the hike is anything but.
As I was walking, I was met by many friendly trees who were waving their lusciously green leaves at me, as if beckoning me onward. On my left was a steep decline towards the riverbank. I could hear the chatter of the waters as they hit the rocks, cheerful and impatient, as if they were approaching a happier destination. This only made me want to walk faster to find out where they were headed. Every now and then, I would climb a small hill and then be treated to a view of the great white rocks and the stream of turquoise. The thrill came when I walked across two wooden bridges, about 2.5 feet wide, and 10-12 feet long. They were made of wooden planks, but were still very sturdy.
The hilly terrain coaxed me on, leading me to believe that after the next hill, I would arrive at the riverbank. That was not so, but the anticipation of reaching the rocks grew evermore enticing.
