We Chose Lightning

At fourteen years old, I was highly out-motivated, out-ranked and out-paced by my dad and two sisters as we ended our fifth day hiking in Desolation Wilderness. Taking up the rear had become my pastime, and the expectation of camping at a river two easy downhill miles was all that provoked my tired legs. As we made what should have been our final descent, we kicked ourselves for thinking we could find a place that the mosquitoes would not. They were there. Waiting. Licking their metaphorical lips, their tiny insect feet rubbing together like Mr. Burns, whispering, “Mmmm…excellent.”

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Meghan Robins