“We had a great time though,” said George enthusiastically. “There’s one more trip I want to take this summer too.”
“What’s that?” inquired Fred.
“I’d like to climb that mountain over there.”
The four young campers turned their heads and gazed at the peak George indicated, towering high over the lake.
“That’s a go,” exclaimed Grant readily. “I think that it would be good fun.”
“So do I,” agreed John. “Let’s do it soon too.”
“Do you suppose it will be very hard work?” asked Fred.
“Of course it will,” said George. “You wouldn’t let that hold you back though, would you?”
“Not at all, but I don’t want you fellows to get the idea that it will be any easy job. The mountain looks nice and green and smooth from here because it’s all covered with trees, but when we get there we’ll find it’s pretty rough going. Ravines and gullies and steep cliffs and everything else like that will be there to hold us back.”
“All the better,” exclaimed George. “Then when we reach the top we’ll feel as if we had accomplished something.”