Название: National Geographic Kids Chapters: Danger on the Mountain: True Stories of Extreme Adventures!
Автор: Kitson Jazynka
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Природа и животные
isbn: 9781426325687
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On this day, my dad wanted to take my brothers and me horseback riding in the foothills of the gigantic, snow-capped Sierra Nevada mountains.
I followed my brothers out of the RV and headed toward a dusty, run-down barn. But my excitement turned into something else as soon as I saw the horses.
Did You Know?
Yellowstone National Park is an animal-lover’s dream. It’s home to 67 species of mammals, 285 bird species, and 6 kinds of reptiles.
Right away, I could tell that the horses weren’t well cared for. They were dirty and skittish. They tossed their heads as if they were afraid.
The man getting the horses ready dropped heavy western saddles on their backs. The horses sidestepped and snorted. He yelled at them to stand still while he tightened the saddles to keep them from slipping. We mounted up. But the horses wouldn’t move.
The man smacked them to make them walk out of the corral. I had a sick feeling in my stomach for the animals.
But once we left the corral, I started to feel something else. I loved the powerful feeling of riding a horse. My body fell into a rhythm with the horse’s motion as he walked forward. I gripped the cracked leather reins that rested across his neck, and I looked out toward the mountains. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment.
As soon as we got away from the barn, my horse threw his head up and walked faster through the lush prairie. The other horses walked a little faster, too. I wondered if the horses had planned an escape.
Did You Know?
A horse can run about the same speed cars drive—25 to 30 miles an hour (40.2 to 48.2 km/h).
Then my horse leaped forward. I lurched back. Now we were trotting, one-two, one-two, one-two, faster and faster. I bounced hard with each quick step and yelled for him to stop.
But the horse didn’t stop. He lowered his head and charged across the meadow like a runaway train. I held my breath and struggled to balance as the horse plunged forward. We skimmed over rocks and wove around bushes and logs. I dug my fingers into his tangled mane as I clung to his neck.
The other horses raced, too. My dad held on to my little brother David’s shirt as he dangled off the side of the horse they shared. David screamed and cried.
Eventually, the horses got tired. Somehow, we got back to the barn without falling off or killing ourselves.
My brothers and my dad got off and said they never wanted to ride horses again. But I loved the rush of tearing across that open range. I also really, really wished I could have helped those horses. I could feel their misery. This crazy ride left a strong impression on me as a kid.
Today, I’m a biologist (sounds like bye-OL-uh-jist). Ever since I was a kid, I have loved outdoor adventure. And I’ve always wanted to make a positive impact on the world.
I founded an organization called Adventure Scientists. We match extreme outdoor athletes (like hikers, paddlers, and skiers) with information-hungry scientists who need data samples from hard-to-reach places all over the world.
I once hiked for 520 miles (837 km) in the Northern Rocky Mountains to study wild animals like wolverines, moose, mountain lions, and grizzly bears. I collected information to help protect those species and their wild homes, but I also became part of the ecosystem (sounds like EE-koh-sis-tum) myself. If you see a wild animal, you can think like a biologist, too. Imagine yourself as the animal. View the world from the animal’s eyes. Ask yourself questions about how the animal might act or how it finds food.
Even though I grew up in the suburbs, I saw beauty in nature and animals all around me. I had a few wild “pets” at home, like the chipmunk that lived under our garage. I called him Chippy.
I loved Chippy. I’d sit and wait for him to show up. Then I’d watch him run around. There was a stray cat I used to watch for, too. I called him Mr. Whiskers.
Looking back, I realize it was my connection with animals that started me on the path to become a biologist, and to start Adventure Scientists. As a kid, I thought a lot about how animals survived despite the challenges of their environments.
I had struggles in my own environment, too. I got in trouble a lot. That summer of our trip out West, I spent a lot of time in the bathroom of the RV. That’s where my parents made me sit if I was harassing my brothers too much.
I saw a lot of Yellowstone National Park through the bathroom window, including animals like bison, elk, and eagles. I really wanted to see a grizzly bear on that trip, but we never did.
When I got back home and started the eighth grade, life was hard then, too. I made fun of other kids. As a result, I didn’t have many friends. I was usually the kid people’s parents didn’t want their kid to be friends with. That made school tough.
But outdoors, things were different. I always felt more comfortable outdoors than indoors. So I became an explorer.
The pristine wilderness awaited Gregg in Garibaldi Park, north of Vancouver. (Photo Credit p1.2.1)
I could hardly hear anything except my own heavy breathing as I struggled up the steep ridge trail. My pulse throbbed in my ears. To make it to the top, I focused on a single tree up ahead. Ten more steps to reach it. Then I’d pick another towering pine tree and make a goal to reach that.
I was 16 now. Dealing with other kids at school had gotten harder for me. I tried to stay out of trouble, but it never seemed to work. I didn’t want to follow the rules. I pushed boundaries with my parents and my teachers.
My grandma Mandu seemed to sense that an outdoor adventure might help me. She offered to send me on a guided, three-week summer wilderness trek on the coast of British Columbia, Canada. I couldn’t wait to go. But once I was there, I was having a tough time. It was hard.
The rocky trail stretched out long and steep in front of us. We were in Garibaldi Park, a pristine wilderness north of Vancouver, Canada. I tried not to think about the weight of the pack on my back. Hardly anyone talked as our group slowly trudged up the hill.
The kid in front of me was slow. He kept stumbling and crying and holding up the group. We could only go as fast as our slowest member. I was getting upset with him.
Did You Know?
Garibaldi Park is home to mountain goats, grizzly bears, bald eagles, and endangered trumpeter swans.
Then he fell. Our guide, Guybe (sounds like GUY-bee) was quick to help. Guybe asked us to divide up the stuff in the kid’s pack and help СКАЧАТЬ