Monday, August 10, 2009

Still Traveling

Sometimes you wonder if you'll ever reach the next stop. I guess we did , because mom wasn't in the wagon. Maybe Dad was taking us somewhere. Well, sure enough the wagon stopped and Dad had all of us to get out of the wagon. Dad started walking and we followed him. We went up a mountian side and soon forgot our aches and pains from riding on the hard wagon bed. We walked for a while and Dad finally stopped and picked up a rock,and said , "this is a piece of wood." Now he was turning it all around.
Think we believed that? Of course not. We didn't say anything; those were the days that you didn't contradict grown-ups. He told us to walk around and see what we could find. I walked off by my self and watched the ground as I walked. Then I noticed that the rocks looked odd... well not shaped like rocks, but large limbs off of trees. Dad told us that was the Petrified Forest, and the limbs turned into rock instead of rotting. I stared in wonder to see huge tree trunks, even tried to lift some. I was so excited, now that I look back. You don't forget some thing like that easily.
I started thinking as I washed the dishes and I was remembering this part of our travels and thought I'd write it down. I'm sure I left some things out, such as the markings on the inside of the tree. I'm hoping some of you will get to visit the Petrified Forest or perhaps you already have. If so, you realize how hard it is to describe the striata's? and colors. I feel much better now so I'll get busy and finish the dishes. Take care.

See you next time Miz- Micks