Le Voyage dans le Bois

Our journey into the woods last thursday was  pleasant break from a long, hot first day of school. The silence of our group was deafening as we walked through the wood, the only sounds to be heard were the bustling of leaves, the footsteps of our friends and the occasional yelp of someone twisting an ankle. As we followed the windy path down the hill, further from the open fields of the school, the path became more and more treacherous. With the dirt washed out from the previous storm only jagged rocks remained. But almost as quickly the worst part of the journey was at an end and we gathered in a small grassy opening to both observe and reflect. The final leg of our excursion was the trek back up the hill to the open air and civilization.