The best class ever
I spent the weekend with 13 high school students hiking, repelling, swimming and sleeping under the stars — most of them earned an A doing it.
Moffat County High School offers a P.E. 3 class for juniors and seniors who have passed their first two physical educations classes with a B average or better. As far as I’m concerned it might be the best class ever unless there is one at the school I’m unaware of called S.O.N.C.A.W.T.O.S. 1 (sit on the couch and watch television on Sunday).
During the semester they travel to Moab, Utah, to mountain bike, hike a 14,000-foot mountain, build and sleep in snow caves and this weekend we camped in Dinosaur National Monument. I’m fortunate that my high school didn’t offer that class or I may have flunked my first senior year so I could take the class twice.
My roommate teaches the class this semester and with 13 students going on the trip, he needed another chaperone. He couldn’t find a teacher to go (I don’t know why a teacher wouldn’t want to miss a day of school for camping either) on the trip so I was sort of a last resort.
In order to chaperone the weekend I had to take a driving test at the school district bus garage. Did you know that when two vehicles approach on a hill the vehicle descending has to yield the right away? Me neither, but thanks to the test I now know and so do you.
What made the weekend more enjoyable was that it was my birthday Sunday. Now some might say “whoop-de-doo he went camping on his birthday.”
Let me explain.
I’m an Eagle Scout but I’ve been in camping deprivation for about two years. So going camping on my birthday for the first time in almost two years was one of the best presents I could have received.
I won’t give you a play-by-play but I will entertain with some of the more memorable quotes from the weekend.
“Uh yeah, we’re lost,” my roommate said after driving much further than planned on the wrong road.
“Wow, that’s quite a ledge,” said the first student to repel off the 100* foot cliff.
“Nobody will know if we start a fire,” the students said trying to convince their teacher that although fires were illegal, no one would notice.
“No,” the response of a well-qualified and responsible guest chaperone about starting an illegal fire.
“Did you hear us last night?” student campers curious if they made too much noise while collapsing each other’s tents in the middle of the night.
“I was an Eagle Scout,” the quote I promised myself I would use less than five times so I didn’t get made fun of too much.
“Are we dragging something?” my question when we were on the way back and a tire had basically blown up on our van (sorry bus garage people).
The next trip for the class will be to Moab in two weeks. What I hear though is that there’s a teacher conference that Monday so sorry teachers you can’t go**. It’s all me again, as long as they let the tire-killing-Eagle-Scout back.
- The cliff was actually 80 feet, but doesn’t 100 sound so much more adventurous?
- *There is no such teacher’s meeting, but I do hear there’s a really good lunch at school you won’t want to miss.
David Pressgrove can be reached at 824-7031 or email@example.com
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