A rock as big as a house. That's how the guide book described Giant Rock. I was finally going to see it, on snowshoes, with my three older cousins and my dad. I'd been snowshoeing before, and I liked the adventure of hiking through deep snow alongside wild-animal tracks.
At the parking area, after putting on our snowshoes, we studied the map. Dad said, "We start here, on the red trail (路线). Then we turn left onto the purple trail. That's where Giant Rock is. Remember to stick together, guys. "
The trail ran uphill alongside a stone wall. It was easy to follow because red markers were nailed to the trees and the snow had been packed down by other hikers. At the top of the hill, we turned onto the purple trail. My cousins and dad were faster than I was, but I managed to keep up.
The late afternoon sun felt warm, although it was already sinking lower. Finally, we reached a hill and saw the big rock sitting alone. My cousins and I high-fived each other and jogged down the slope until we stood at the base, breathless.
Noticing the sun had sunk even lower, dad said after a few minutes, "let's head back". I was a little behind the group when I noticed a set of animals tracks I didn't recognize. They were hard to see among the snowshoe prints, so I followed them off the trail for a closer look. There were no claw (爪) marks, which meant they didn't belong to a dog or a fox. I was thinking about it when I suddenly realized how quiet it had gotten. "Hey!" I shouted. "Where is everyone?" Nothing I was totally alone.
They couldn't have gone far, I thought, stepping back onto the trail. "I'll catch up to them if I hurry." I came to a crossroad where I could turn left or go straight, but both trails had purple markers. It was difficult to choose. Soon it was too dark to tell what colour the markers were. And I couldn't just follow my own footsteps because there were so many tracks from other hikers.
Paragraph1: It seemed to grow darker and darker; and I had no phone.
Paragraph2: I heard voices, someone calling.
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