Second Draft

Mingze Sun

Honors First-Year Seminar

Carol Severino

Second Draft

It is an exciting day. I will go hiking with my classmates and Carol. It is about half hour drive from Iowa City to our destination-Carol’s house. It was raining heavily last night, so I thought the field trip would be canceled. In the morning, it is still cloudy, but magically it is sunny again in the afternoon.

In the SUV on the way to our destination, I am thinking about the trip. Will I meet many difficulties? Who will lead the trip and who else will I meet? In this half hour drive, I think a lot about the trip, and my expectations are quite wonderful. I imagine that we will walk slowly when a breeze blows over me. We can see different kinds of flowers and many kinds of plants. I can hardly wait to take pictures for the beautiful sight. In the forest, the air is fresh, and my classmates and I are bathed in sunshine. Walking through the forest easily, we arrive at the lake where we can enjoy the scenery of the lake and have a rest. After that, I expect that we will leisurely eat s’mores and share our feelings.

However, it is not like what I imagine. When we get out of the car, my sight is filled with the yellow color of the leaves on the trees and on the ground. It is reasonable because it is already late autumn. Then my classmates and I walk to the backyard, and we sit for a while and eat some trail mix. Getting everything ready, we start our hiking. Mike, who is Carol’s son, is our leader of this trip, and we just follow him. Millie, Carol’s granddaughter, also goes with his father. It is a little bit of mysterious when we walk to an entrance and go in. I think it will like a maze, but it is just a long straight way to walk through. First, I don’t feel the leaves are wet, but when I walk for a while, my shoes get muddy and wet. Also, because the path is really narrow, we have to walk single file. It is noticeable that two sides of the path are really steep. We are in a ravine, which is a little like we are walking a tightrope. On two sides, I can see that there are also many trees and much grass and they grow in different directions since no one prunes them.  Even though two sides are steep, the leaves also cover the land on both sides. I feel really tired. It is not because the path is really long but the path is hard for me to walk on when it is so muddy, and I momentarily stumble against the tree branches.

 Finally, we arrive at the shore of the lake. I like this place, but I also hate it. The reason I like this place is that the waves are really beautiful here under the sunshine. I hate it because lady-bugs are flying around me and even fly onto my clothes and my neck. I thought I could have a good rest by the lake, but I don’t because I am bothered by the lady-bugs. The smell is fishy and I can hear the sound of engines. I see that there is a small motor boat on the lake pulling a person after it, who sits on something like a seat. When the boat speeds up, that person and his seat spray up above the lake. It is kind of like surfing. I guess that person lives nearby the lake. Many of my classmates say, “Look at that. That’s awesome!” I say, “That person is sitting on a seat.” Then, Carol explains to us that we would have been able to walk along the lake, but we cannot do that now because the water in Coralville Lake has flooded. I can also see the oak and maple trees. The green, red, orange, and yellow trees and the lake constitute a harmonious natural scene. Interestingly, we are also skimming rocks. Mike shows us how to skim. Some of my classmates try to skim rocks, but they are not good at it.

 After we stand on the lakeshore for a moment, we walk back over the same route. I think it will just take a few minutes to get back, maybe because I am already familiar with the path. On the way back, Mike tells us, “This tree is an ironwood tree. Its bark is like iron” It’s interesting for me, because I don’t know much about natural science. After passing by the ironwood tree, I see that Mike carries Millie on his shoulders. It makes sense since Millie is only a 6-year-old girl. When we return to the entrance. Carol said, “We have enough time to hike to the Girl Scout Camp. So let’s go.” Therefore, we keep walk to another path, where is nearby Carol’s house.

We keep walking. I see some mushrooms around the tree root. So I ask Carol, “Do you know how to recognize whether the mushrooms are poisonous?” Carol replies, “I don’t know how to recognize them but my husband can. In some stores, it costs 20 dollars for one bag of mushrooms called morels, and they pick them up from the forest.” I am thinking: it is same situation in China. In China, most people also buy mushrooms from stores since they don’t know how to recognize the poisonous mushrooms. 

Then Carol shows us an abandoned shelter. She introduces the history of this abandoned shelter, which I don’t know about. The shelter belonged to the Girl Scouts. In the nineties, their main building burned. Then the Girl Scout Organization abandoned the shelter. To see closely, I can still see the bedstead and some trash. It is not hard for me to imagine that there were some people camping here in the past. After visiting the abandoned shelter, we go back to Carol’s backyard again.

We are sitting around the table and prepare to eat s’mores together. At the same time, I feel itching behind my left ear. I think it is a bee sting, but I didn’t realize I had a bee sting until I feel itchy. It makes me feel uncomfortable because it is swollen. I show it to Carol and my classmates. After they see it, they exclaim, “Oh my god!” Carol immediately brings the gel and some pills for itching and swelling. I say “thank you” to Carol, apply the gel, and put the pills in my pocket. However, finally, we eat the s’mores and have the drink, and Carol takes us back to Iowa City.

It is true that I have met some tough experiences like tiring walking, being disturbed by the lady-bugs, getting a bee sting, but it is also true that we finally eat the s’mores and finish the trip. Thinking back to what I have experienced, my memory shows me the happiness about the skimming rocks, the ironwood tree, and eating s’more, but also the struggling from muddy path, lady-bugs and bee sting. It is true that we have different trips in our lives, but we should really think whether or not we learn something meaningful. In my view, life is like the experiences of the trip. We could meet all kinds of difficulties, but if we keep going, we will finally arrive where we want to arrive.

            It is my first time to go hiking in the US. I have been living in the Iowa City-Coralville area for a long time; however, I have never been to the forest or on a field trip. Hopefully, I will have another field trip with my friends or family again in the US. Even though I could be suffering or uncomfortable, I believe it will be meaningful and memorable, and I can learn something from the trip.