I woke up scrubbing my eyes thinking “is it that time already?” I grumbled out of bed, asking if this hike was really worth all the trouble. I was in luck because it totally was. I tried to fall back asleep in the car on the way to the bus stop to no avail, but by the time we hopped on the bus things started to look up, I looked at the imposing cliffs, canyons, mountains, rushing rivers, and listened to the calming rustling of the soft, smooth, green tree leaves. The sunlight finally burst through the treetops dappling the river, grass, and road with little flecks of golden light.
We left the bus ready for the hike we had all been waiting for, Angel’s Landing. The beginning of the hike was kind of tedious and boring compared to the splendor of the trail ahead. It took awhile but it was worth the climb. we finally burst through the treetops and I felt I could reach up and grab the sun right out of the sky. Then we finally got to the real climb. My first experience of “the chains” as they were called was shimmying around the edge of a ridge with sheer thousand foot drops on either side. It took a good deal of scrambling, slipping, and climbing to get to the glorious top of Angel’s Landing. And the view was more than I ever could have asked for. We had our snack of a bar, an apple, and a sausage and then, just when people started coming we hiked back down to our much-needed breakfast of pancakes and stewed apples.