The Adventures of Sock Monkey, Odus, and everyone else who comes along Volume #9

   Almost done! Two more days to go and I will be done with all the adventures of Sock Monkey, Odus, and every one else who comes along (for now, of course... just have to wait until next vacation)! Let's get going, people of earth and intergalactic space! So, my mom woke me up five o'clock in the morning Arizona time, six o'clock in the morning Utah time and told me to hurry up so we could get to the Angel's Landing trail on time. For all the readers that aren't hiking fanatics or outdoors-y people, go search up "angels landing" on our helpful friend Mr. Google (or whatever search engine you have). Also, a word to the wise: If you don't like heights, please, whatever you do, don't hike this trail. Look up the picture of the trail online and you'll thank me later. Trust me. Oh, here's a picture that might help the visual.

Anyway, we caught a shuttle to the park entrance and started on the trail. It took two hours to the top, not the last half-mile stretch, which is the hardest part. Just a fun fact, my family met a man who climbed to the top of Angel's Landing in one hour. One hour. That is the definition of well-trained. He said that he had been training for seven months. Pfft, and I trained like, a week, all of the time combined. But I digress. We were accompanied on the way up by a group of kids from a college called Wesleyan which is in Connecticut, if I'm not mistaken. The hike up is very strenuous and very uphill (refer to picture above) but is rewarding at the top where you can see everything below. My mom and I only finished about half of the last stretch before I suggested we turn back because of too many people and a few other reasons. Afterwards, it was easy heading back because it was all downhill from there. We met up with my dad, who had packed up and checked out for us, at the hotel and after my mom and I went back to get something he had overlooked, we drove down to Lake Powell and checked into our hotel. After a while sitting around doing nothing, my mom got me to get in my bathing suit and I promise you, I went to more bodies of water to wade in than the whole entire summer so far. I went first to Lake Powell (quick word to the wise: always wear your sandals unless you want your foot to look like a burr-cushion) and waded until it was too dark, then I went to the first swimming pool, but that one wasn't heated and was way too cold, so we looked for the other swimming pool. That one had a jacuzzi about half the size of a regular swimming pool. So, all in all, I waded/swam in three bodies of water. My mom ordered pizza so my dad and I got out of the hot tub and ran back home to shower so we could have food. I guess that just about sums up that night. Sorry for the lack of Sock Monkey photos, because Sock Monkey was strapped on to the back of my backpack to prevent him from falling when we hiked and I didn't bring him to the lake because he could get wet (and water + sock monkeys = disaster) so he stayed mostly out of harm's way (not really). I must get going so if you have anything to say, comment board is below so check it out. Other than that, I'm mostly done so thanks for reading!