The ten-mile hike

Julia Ann Westphal

The pickup truck was a welcome sight to Doug. His scoutmaster was returning to give him and his dad a ride back to the meeting spot where the rest of the Scouts were waiting to go home. Doug had not quite completed the ten-mile hike that they had set out on that sunny Saturday morning. The other fifth-grade boys had gotten way ahead of him as they hiked up and down the hills.

Doug had never walked that far before. He was happy he had participated in the hike, but now he felt just plain tired. He was especially glad his dad had gone with him. Dad had stuck by his side, giving him encouragement along the way.

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