By Chad Haga
The day began slowly, and kind of cold, as the freshly freed students trickled into the middle school parking lot blurry-eyed but eager for the adventure that lay ahead. Under grey skies, we trekked westward into the forbidden land; for on this day, the rocky and hilly trails of Austin beckoned the Aggies.
Upon our arrival, we prepared for battle, checked our weapons, and our 9-strong battalion rode past the children’s playground to lay siege to the trails frequented by our arch nemesi (plural of nemesis?). Like a pack of wolves charging towards prey, we were salivating in anticipation for the first obstacle that would dare impede our progress. But alas, just 2 minutes into the trail Cody needed to stop to rehydrate the starved Earth.
Back on the attack, we pushed onward. There was a fork in the trail, and we took it. The going became difficult, if not treacherous at points. The trail was littered with impassable passages that forced us to dismount our steeds and question our decisions. We relied on the strength of our comrades to get us through the rough times, and as a unit we succeeded. A passersby informed us of our errors, and we quickly rerouted onto the actual trail, passing leering enemies still bitter from the loss in the battle nearby on the Day of Giving Thanks.