The trip of my life

“Pue!” I hold my nose as the stench of the poo ponds come wafting through Jasper's open window. I feel the smoothness of the round rocks as I jump out of the car. I follow Reece down the beach and see a dead boar lying on the rocks. I taste the cool breeze flowing into my face. I hear John telling us the legend of how the Boulder Bank was made. I feel great as we finally leave back to school.