Left Behind: An Adventure Story

TreeSunHe crashed hard into the forest ground for what had to be the hundredth time that day.

This time, he didn’t move.  Exhausted both physically and mentally, he left his head down on the cold ground, his arms and legs splayed out erratically to the side as if he had been shot.  Tears began to well up inside of him as he contemplated giving up for the first time in his short career.

“What was the point?” he asked himself while lying there, prone and lifeless.  “Maybe this will be my final resting place?” he pondered as his body temperature dropped, rapidly and unchecked.

Drawing upon what little reserve of spirit he had left in his body, he slowly picked his head up off of the ground, dirt and snow covering the side of his face, and looked ahead to see if his partners were still within sight.  At first his heart dropped when he saw nothing but trees, rocks, and snow in front of him, but rose back up when he caught a glimpse of his two mentors emerge from behind a large tree.  Still not close, but at least within sight.

He wiped his face with the back of his arm and inwardly cursed the snow that was the ultimate source of his anguish this day.

He just couldn’t keep his footing.  His legs were strong, but the snow was deep and he wasn’t the tallest of adventurers.  While the veteran and his first charge easily traversed the choppy terrain, he was left behind in what must have been some lesson about perseverance and pushing beyond your limits.  It was simply too cold and slippery for that kind of stuff.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it, he just happened to disagree with doing it right now.

“The point is, I can do it when I want,” he thought stubbornly to himself.

At that moment he pushed himself up to his knees and then lurched sideways onto his feet.  Dizzy and somewhat off balance, he steadied himself against a tree while sucking on his wet, snow covered glove for some much needed hydration.  Concentrating only on putting one foot in front of the other, he marched ahead and followed the tracks of his friends.

Step by step he conquered fear and comfort.  Fear of being left behind, comfort in what his body was used to physically.  The snow was deep and he was beyond tired, but his legs were still moving and his mind still sharp.  Nothing was going to stop him from catching up with his…

He fell yet again and crashed hard into the forest ground.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, he left his head down on the cold ground, his arms and legs splayed out erratically to the side as if he had been shot.  Tears began to well up inside of him until he felt strong hands underneath his arms begin to lift him up.

He looked behind and saw the smiling and encouraging face of his mother helping him back to his feet.

“I catch up Daddy?”

“Yes, honey. They are right there waiting for you.”

Not far up ahead, his father and big brother were waiting there for him with smiles on their faces.

“I love our family hikes,” he thought as he began to march forward.

MnFT2

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  1. Another fun read Brad! My family needs to go on hikes more often. Whenever we do, everyone has a great time. But for some reason, we don’t always think to go. Sounds like you guys make it a regular thing and don’t even let two feet of snow stop ya! That’s awesome.
    -Kevin

  2. James Hudyma says:

    Trudging through the snow is hard work. So awesome you do this with your family.

  3. Thanks, guys. We have a forest with clearly marked trails very close to our house, so it helps with making this less of a production and easier to accomplish. Also gotta give props to the many VOLUNTEERS who maintain these trails. Fallen trees and general debris are constantly being managed by these guys, not to mention cleaning up after punk teens who leave their empty beer cans and trash behind after their weekend extravaganzas.

  4. marisa13 says:

    So cute! I love this…

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