My blog post today you could call a horror story, for me especially, anyway.

We sat on the bus to go to our stop, to our walk, dad handed me the suncream and took of my cap and put it on the floor beside him. The I sun-creamed up and gave it back to dad, at this point our stop came and we got of the bus. I followed mum into the Yosemite gift shop to buy joe a new hat, yes he lost it. We walked out of the shop with joe’s new hat I looked over at joe’s hat and then realised… I’d left my hat on the bus! mum was furious but dad very, very kindly said he’d wait for the our bus to come round again we ‘all’ decided to try climb the hard face to our dome, no not the half dome or el capitan (those are ’to easy’), it was just a dome.

Mae and I walked up to the vertical edge and looked at the veiw then Mae cautiously started to to walk down however I thought different, I sat down and whizzed past Mae on my bottom despite mum warning Joe I was down within seconds as it stood up I put my hands on my hips in triumph as I though I felt there was something different as I i felt the back of my trousers I realised there was no back to my trousers… NOOOO!!! all I could feel was the fabric of my pants and all mum could see was my anonymous green underwear.

So I’d gone from the top with my cap and to the bottom with… my bottom. I hiked all the way up the dome were every time we saw people