TAYLA'S DAYOUT
on MountTaranaki
APhoto-Story
for allages
by CaroMundt
SmashwordsEdition
Copyright 2015CL Mundt
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Tayla lives in New Zealand, at the foot of a sleeping volcano whichis sometimes called Mount Taranaki, and sometimes, MountEgmont.
It's the middle of winter, school holiday time. Tayla'sparents are dairy farmers, and have work to do, so she is spendingthe day with her aunty.
'What shall we do today?' asks Aunty.
Tayla says, 'Climb the mountain!'
Aunty reminds her, 'Taranaki is a big mountainand he'swearing a snow-coat. Too high and too cold for us. But there's atrail that wanders from the East Egmont car park all the way up tothe Mangonui ski field. How about we walk it as far as we safelycan? If the weather starts to look bad, we'll turn back.'
'As long as I get to make a snowman,' agrees Tayla.
The road to the car park rises steeply through a forest of twistedtrees.
'We're driving through clouds,' says Aunty. 'I hope there'ssunshine up ahead.'
But the car park is sunless, and there's no snow. The windis blowing hard and it's very cold.
Tayla is disappointed.
Aunty says, 'Cheer up! Let's see if we can find some ofthat white stuff. First, though, we'll have a look at theinformation board. It may have some good advice for us.'
And it does. Among other things, it recommends:
The trail from the car park curves up and up. Sometimes sunlightsweeps across them. Sometimes dark clouds fling chilly droplets atthem. But never for long.
Tayla is pleased to be on the move, and skips ahead, pastlow scrub and clumps of tussock grass and rocks dotted with mossand lichen.
(Soon, Aunty is puffing.)
Above them, Mount Taranaki's frosty shoulders poke throughgaps in the clouds. Tayla wonders how far they will have to gobefore they reach snow.
At last she spots a patch of white in a ditch beside thetrack. 'Yahoo!' she yells, throwing herself upon it.
'You're a nut,' says Aunty. 'Don't get wet!'
There's not enough snow to make a snowman, but Tayla hasfun, anyway. Then she and Aunty walk on.
Several other walkers pass them, as does a car laden withski equipment.
After a while they come to a goods lift, built to carrygear across a gorge to the ski lodge high on the opposite ridge.This is as far as vehicles can go. Here the car is unloaded, beforeturning around.
Beyond the lift, the track to the ski field narrows as itwriggles along the side of the gorge.
Meanwhile, up ahead, icy mist has dropped down over the skifield, and begun to to creep along the track towards them. Taylawants to keep going, but Aunty says, 'No. We better turn back. Soonwe won't be able to see ahead.'
Tayla runs ahead most of the way downexcept when shepauses to poke at things.
Whenever she finds a puddle she tries to trick Aunty intocoming close, so she can splash her.
Aunty says, 'I wasn't born yesterday, Tayla!'
Then, glancing back, Tayla sees the mist is fastapproaching.
'Hurry, Aunty!' she calls, 'it's catching up.'
'I'm too old for this,' groans Aunty, but she speedsup.
As they near the car park a rainbow appears. They can seeall the way down to farms and houses on the plains below.
On the way home Aunty says, 'Did you enjoy your day out,Tayla? I hope you have enough energy left to make me a cup of teawhen we get home.'
Tayla doesn't answer. She's worn out and already soundasleep!