A Brief Summary Of Collette's Journey To Lonesome Lake

From the bottom of the mountain, the elevation seemed unconquerable, impossible to climb. Giving way to the intensity of the summer, clear skies allowed heat to beam down on the tiny traveler and her tour guide for the afternoon. Collette, merely six years old, sat proudly on her father's shoulders, a whole five feet off the ground; a new perspective of the world. Her tiny fingers pointing to what she found interesting, which at age six could be just about anything. Her father offered a “Yes, look at that!” to each one of her observations and exclamations. The birds, the rocks, the branches of the blooming trees around the young girl completely captured her attention. Even though the father and his daughter would only see a small portion of the landform, the older man beamed with happiness. He knew that the curious young mind accompanying him would recall their time like one of the stories that he read to her at night. The hike up the mountain would not be remembered as simply a hike, but as an excursion to unknown lands. Colette's father explained to her how traveling to Lonesome Lake was not feasible to accomplish in one day, the journey would take many days and for them, multiples visits. Lonesome was known for its peculiar location, as the body of water resided between the trees, hidden
The visits to the mountain were customary for a few more years until Collette was a teenager, around the time were the hike to try and reach Lonesome was no longer seen as an adventure, but a task. Her father continued to visit the forest without her. He never forced her to come along when she was not interested, and when he returned at the end of the day he would tell her how the lake still glistened and the tree had new names etched on its bark. Two years since the last excursion to Lonesome became four, then eight, then a