A trip to Mt. Jiri

 It was June and my homeroom teacher called all the boys together. Everyone was curious about why the teacher had called only the boys. The teacher, who was a former swimmer and our P.E teacher, told everyone about a camping trip to Mt. Jiri during summer vacation, which would be a camping expedition through the woods of Mt. Jiri. Everyone was interested in his idea.
After we arrived at Mt. Jiri, everybody was excited for our hike. After taking a picture, we started climbing. I was only thinking about how the air would feel in the mountains. Before climbing the mountain, I was expecting the nature itself, and the fresh air. But minutes later I realized that it was getting hot. The more I walked, the more I sweated. I felt so bad for myself for wearing jeans. I was in the middle of the mountain, but it felt like I was in the middle of the desert in Arizona.
When I finally reached the top. I was so moved by the scenery. The view made me think about my mom. We were above the clouds. The mountain seemed like an island floating. My body felt light as if I were able to float in the sky. However, my bag was still heavy.