Blog Post 2: A Short Story

The Great Discoverers

Dedicated to my Dad, my hero and my guardian angel. 

It was just another normal Sunday morning in the mountain town of Dylan, all a buzz with people drinking their morning coffee while getting the paper, walking their dogs and going on runs. 

When all of a sudden, everyone and everything came to a sudden stop. 

Right before their very eyes, what was once an open field perfect for morning runs and dog walking, was replaced by a mountain that towered far above all the others, so high the peak disappeared into the clouds. 

Everyone stared in awh at its magnificence until one person broke the silence by asking “What do you think is at the top? Another person shouted, ‘maybe there is a beautiful meadow or a crystal clear lake’…’I bet you can see all the world from up there’… 

Then my dad, with my family, including myself, following closely behind stepped out from the crowd. He confidently stated that we would climb beyond the clouds to see what we could see. The crowd all applauded. 

Doubts whirled through my head as we packed for the incredible journey ahead….Were we ready? Is it safe? Would we make it? Would we let the whole town down? Then I remembered who was leading us, my dad, and I knew that while it would be tough it would also be ok. 

Early the next morning, we set off on our journey of discovery, step after step, stop after stop, climbing for what seemed like an eternity, until we reached the top. Along the way, 

We saw beautiful things as far as the eye could see. Everywhere we turned, we saw another perfect photo opportunity. We found the crystal clear lake and a beautiful meadow full of wild flowers that the others waiting down below dreamt of. 

We turned the corner and there we found a glorious waterfall with a rainbow shining brightly. Beyond the waterfall was a magnificent purple volcano. The top was better than I had ever imagined. 

Butterflies fluttered about, foxes trotted happily, and moose grazed along the river banks. As the sun was setting, we saw a momma bear and her cubs romping through the fields. If I mentioned them all, you would be here all day. 

We decided to stay awhile. Night was upon us, so we set up camp, sharing stories around the campfire, and recalling the events of the journey. The stars shined brighter than I had ever seen before. 

When we woke in the morning we wanted to continue exploring to be sure we had seen all there was to see. We walked along a peaceful river that flowed down the mountain admiring countless wildlife and birds along the way. 

We realized we would never see it all and we already had so much to share with the folks down below. It was time to go back so my dad led the way guiding us safely down the mountain. 

At the bottom, the crowd applauded once again. They were so excited to hear what was in store for them if/when they made it to the top. We told them of a beauty words could not describe. We confirmed their dreams of the beautiful meadow and the crystal clear lake. We shared stories of the animals and the flowers and the stars from above. 

And it was then that they all knew it was worth the climb.