It's been 5 hours, I can't walk anymore. I feel the sweat dripping from my forehead and rolling of my face onto the ground, my leggings had torn from a fall I had earlier on the hike and the mosquitos had a field day on my exposed skin. Around me everything was green, the weeds and grass were covering the earth like a carpet, with a small dirt trail parting its unity and leading our way. All I wanted to do was lay there on a rock and call it a day. The sun was setting, I looked around for any sign of the Havasu waterfall we were chasing, but nothing at all. Just the colossal red rock walls that canopied us on either side. All I heard were the ragged breaths of my friends walking before me, all of them in deep thought to get their minds of the hike. I returned my view to the ground and began to focus on my feet, stepping on the footprints left by my friend Eli before me. Somehow I thought that would make the walking easier as if thinking about your next step was the exhausting part. A pack of horses rushed by, simultaneously waking everybody out of their trance.
"Jesus Peter, this waterfall better be worth it" Eli blurted out with an exhausted breath. Peter didn't even bother to answer, nothing he could say would've soothed our impatience for this everlasting hike to be over.
"We waited for this permit for ages and now I kind of wished it never arrived" Leo added. Nobody spoke but I could tell everyone agreed in their inner monologues. Havasu Falls became Peter's obsession, he showed us pictures and talked our ears off about how beautiful this place was. Since the day he discovered them while searching cliff jumping on Google, he convinced us that this had to be our spring break trip. Naturally, he left out the part where the hike was 10 miles long of the west end of the Grand Canyon. We all ended up agreeing to this adventure, partly because we yearned for Peter to shut up about the " Astonishing Caribbean- blue magical waterfall" he absolutely had to jump off of before he died.
We hadn't seen anyone else on the trail, which made me sort of excited for Peter and his promptly exclusive time with his "Astonishing Caribbean-blue magical waterfall". Hopeful that we will get there in time for him to soak it up, make a beautiful memory, and never speak of it again because I swear if he compliments the waterfall again I will personally drown him in it.
An hour had passed,
Peter never mentioned the waterfall again.
