Day 2: Arctic Valley

We'll start today with a poem by Daniel:

The weather outside is frightful,
but the sun was delightful.
Once on the top of the mountain,
it was cold, it was cold, it was cold.
It didn’t show signs of stopping,
it was hard but we kept on marching.
We finally got to the top,
it was cold, it was cold, it was cold.
When we finally say goodnight,
the weather wasn’t all that fright.
Legs are sore and tired,
it was cold, it was cold, it was cold.












Now let's hear Sheadon's take on the day:


Hiking the mountain was some work, but the thought of making it to the top kept me going. I didn’t want to stop or walk back to the bottom so I kept going along my sister's side. The mountain was higher than I thought it would be, but that thought wouldn’t stop me. I kept walking, taking breaks if I needed to. There was so much stuff to look at while hiking up the mountain. When I turned around I saw the bus we came in and it looked like an oversized Twinkie, but if you looked past the parking lot, you could see almost all of Anchorage in the background. When I got to the view of Eagle River, it was so beautiful because there was so much green and not so many houses. To me, I felt like I was on the top of the world.