The Trip According to Benjamin Simon
It was a balmy October morning as Outreach started their expedition. The destination, the towering summit of Mount Royal. We were few, we were inexperienced but we had drive and determination. We were led by our intrepid outdoor education teacher, Conor (Mountain Man). We began our winding journey at the former location of Outreach. The trek to reach the base of the mountain was a treacherous one. As we braved the tricks and traps employed by the Montreal Forum and walked the long lonely walk of 
loneliness our goal would soon be reached. The hills were steep the traffic lights, unforgiving but soon the roads turned from asphalt to dirt then back into asphalt. We had made it to Mount Royal. The hike was tough, we were already tired from the walk up.
We assumed we lost some good people, only to see them again at the rest stop. We set up our cooking stoves to feast on hearty bowls of stir-fried vegetables. Everyone ate their share and nothing more, to avoid the bloat. After the meal, we conversed, wrote our thoughts and took in the scenery. After a few hours we decided to pack up and head back to civilization from a civilized area.
loneliness our goal would soon be reached. The hills were steep the traffic lights, unforgiving but soon the roads turned from asphalt to dirt then back into asphalt. We had made it to Mount Royal. The hike was tough, we were already tired from the walk up.We assumed we lost some good people, only to see them again at the rest stop. We set up our cooking stoves to feast on hearty bowls of stir-fried vegetables. Everyone ate their share and nothing more, to avoid the bloat. After the meal, we conversed, wrote our thoughts and took in the scenery. After a few hours we decided to pack up and head back to civilization from a civilized area.
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