The Adventures of Sock Monkey, Odus, and everyone else who comes along Volume #8

   And the adventures shall go on! My mom insisted that we leave early in the morning to hike in the Narrows (still in Zion) but we still got there a little later than planned. We got off at the shuttle stop called the Temple of Sinawava and took the Riverside Walk to the start of the Narrows.

The waterfall in the beginning of the trail.

Just saying, if you don't like water, don't hike this trail. Please. It's wet. Very wet. As in walk-through-the-river-and-step-around-underwater-pits wet. Yah. That wet. Supposedly, 60% of the trail is in water and the rest is on some dusty path, but you can see the path because of the water dripping off of other hikers' shoes. The canyon got narrower and narrower until the river was all shaded and colder than the beginning.

The Narrows. In Zion.

A word to the wise: Remember the fact that the Virgin River water comes from springs and snowmelt (I think) and around 50º Fahrenheit. Let's just say it's cold. Afterwards,  we had to turn back. I didn't want to but my mom said the trail is 8 hours one way. That means that if we hiked nonstop, we would get back at about 4 AM. So, we turned back and got back to my dad who didn't hike very far down the trail. I had my moment of awkwardness for the day when I met one of the kids from my class. That went well. Soon afterwards, I stepped into an underwater pothole. My first step took me from ankle-deep to knee-deep and from knee-deep to thigh-deep and from thigh-deep to waist-deep before I realized it was getting deeper and deeper. I got myself soaked but I can laugh about it now, I guess.

The pothole is that blue-green section to the bottom left

It was pretty windy on the trail on the way back, hence the picture below.

Sock Monkey is flying!

Also, I got Sock Monkey a hiking stick (see below)

His own personal hiking stick!

We saw plenty of stupid moronic people feeding and petting squirrels and ignoring the signs that are everywhere you look! One more time, people of earth and intergalactic space! DON'T FEED WILD ANIMALS! That is, unless you want to have 8 fingers by the end of the day. Your choice. (I suggest the finger-keeping is better than getting the warm fuzzies from petting a squirrel that could carry rabies)

And this little fella tried to unzip my bag and steal my food...

But I digress. My mom tried to get us three spots on a ranger program called "Ride with a Ranger" and she succeeded. We took a ride to a bunch of different places that the regular shuttle didn't. We learned about geology and how there was water seeping through the rock and other geological ka-booms. In a sense. The ranger signed my mom and my Junior Ranger packets and we headed back home. I mean back to the hotel. Never mind. Whatever. Again, we stopped by the same grocery store and bought some food and ate it at the hotel. Now I guess I should be done so, yet again, questions, comments, anything, all accepted so please say something. Thanks for reading, people of earth and intergalactic space!