• Oct. 27, 2009
Rattlesnake Adventure
Rattlesnake Adventure
By Jill Hoffsommer
By Jill Hoffsommer
It was the spring of 2000 when I was just five. We were moving from Nova Scotia to Washington. We were in Wyoming following the Oregon Trail and stopping at different sites. It started to get windy and rainy.
“Let’s stop at just one more place, okay?” said Dad as he drove into a parking lot.
Cassie and I got out first and followed a trail from the parking lot. Cassie ran on ahead. I was trying to catch up when my eye caught sight of a black, striped rattlesnake! I ran back to the car and hurriedly told Mom and Dad about the snake.
“It was probably just a stick,” said Mom trying to reassure me.
“No, I really saw one!” I tried to explain.
“Let’s go have a look,” said Dad. “Show me where it is.”
Dad was surprised when I showed him the snake. Cassie was crying because she was too scared to come back. Dad rescued Cassie by carrying her back to the parking lot on a different trail. We are thankful for the cold weather that kept the snake inactive.
2007
