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only silhouettes of their former selves.
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Morgan raised her hand. “Elk?”
“We certainly have elk here,” the ranger replied, “but they, too,
typically shy away from humans.
“I’ll give you a hint,” the ranger tantalized the audience. “Think
smaller.” He buzzed around while spreading imaginary wings.
Just then a family of small, furry animals walked behind the stage.
“Raccoons!” James called out.
The ranger noticed the furry family just as they disappeared into the
forest. “They’re frequent guests here,” the ranger informed the audience,
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stingers like bees do.
“Once I was taking a shortcut across one of those nurse logs the park
is famous for. As I stepped, the wood collapsed and hundreds of wasps
swarmed after me.”
The ranger yipped and danced around the stage as if he was
swatting away a slew of angry wasps. Then he paused,
hopped onto an empty bench, and looked at the
crowd. “Do you know what I did next? I jumped into the
river and swam away.” The ranger stepped off the bench.
“That’s what saved me.”
Mom raised her hand. “How many times were
you stung?”
The ranger started counting on his fingers. Then he counted them
again. “Twenty-four,” he announced. “But that’s only my best estimate.
“I was lucky,” he went on. “I’m not allergic. However, it’s a good
thing there is treatment for those who are!”
The ranger held up an epinephrine pen, a small cylinder with a
needle at the end. “A lifesaver for anyone who is allergic,” the ranger
announced. “And, in case you aren’t sure, keep an eye on the victim for
at least twenty minutes. Look for swelling, pain, redness, and, especially,
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The family gazed down at the deep embankment of snow below them.
Farther up the trail there was a ski lift, but it was closed for the summer.
“I can’t believe there’s so much snow down there,” James said.
“I guess that’s why they’re practicing ice climbing here,” Mom said.
A group of mountaineers with packs was near the bottom of the
snowfield. A woman in a red jacket was standing farther up, instructing
the group.
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The woman stood up and trudged back down the rest of the way.
Her students walked over to their packs, grabbed their ice axes, and
climbed the snowfield. They struggled upward and stopped just where the
snow was too steep to climb. One by one each person repeated the prac-
tice fall and slid down the mountain before braking with their ice axes.
The Parkers watched the mountaineers gather together again at the
bottom of the embankment.
“They must be preparing for the high peaks of the park,” Mom said.
James turned around and gazed at the series of snow-covered
mountains to the west. One peak was taller and bulkier. “Is that Mount
Olympus?”
“I bet so,” Dad answered. “The park’s highest mountain.”
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